#when i tell myself that's not my kink but my pussy got other ideas

[blackwoodwinter]

Kinktober/Monsterfucking Day 1 Vampire Bf

For all purpose this vampire will be named Lucien

Male vampire x afb reader

Lucien has been alive for centuries the daily mundane being a blended world of grey and repeated stories. And then you come along and something in him is reawakened for the first time in years, no decades, centuries…. And so the hunt is on.

Flowers, heaps of flowers, at your doorstep your work, left at your bed side with a note written in the most elegant of cursive. Jewelry of all kinds, pearl, sapphires, diamonds, in gold or silver if you prefer.He’s an old romantic he’d love to steal you away but the gentleman at heart knows the key to your heart is to win you over.

Finally you decided to give him a chance. Invite him in. He’s basically bouncing at your front door like a lost puppy his pouting lips hinting the corners of his fangs. Its late at night invite him in, let him cross the boundaries of your threshold, please oh pleasee let him come inside.

Once he’s inside in pounces on you. Lucien has always had a hard time controlling his hunger, but my god, your is scent intoxicating, drooling as his kisses you, his fangs gently scrapping your bottom lip as he drinks you in. He might just tear into you and drain you dry but he manages of hold himself off long enough to guide you on the bed and lay you down.

Icy cold skin to touch, you feel goosebumps rise as one hand slides up your leg and the other under your shirt. Stifling a gasp you feel cold fingers caress your sides and go up to cusp your breast. His cold body is curse and a blessing each caress send a new wave of pleasuring shivers down your spine, and between your legs.

Lucien is no better, drunk with your scent and craving your warmth he presses himself against you. He craves your body heat, and when you run your warm fingers through his hair the sensation is enough to make him whimper.

Running up your own hands on his chest he nearly cums when you touch the sensitive flesh of his chest and nipples to the heart of your body. Centuries of isolation has left him needy and desperate for touch.

Flipping you over he presses his cock against your ass grinding on you. You feel his harden cock strained against the fabric of his pants. Your own cunt wet with anticipation drenching your panties.

Finally he can’t resist you, practically shredding off your clothes he finally let his cock out pumping it as he straddles. Legs wrapped around his waist you admire his form and cock before his presses the leaking tip into your wet pussy.

He nearly collapses on the spot. The warm wet softness of you pussy tightening, sucking him almost make him cum inside instantly. He’s cunt drunk and hasn’t even started. Still he manages to gather himself and starts thrusting viscously in you. Such a prefect pussy deserves to get fucked and treated good.

Centuries of being alone with no partner and now you’re hear alive warm and oh so wet swallowing up his cock with such a perfect pussy. He’s pace is fast, moaning into your ear like a feral animal. With out warming he has your legs over his shoulder making sure you can’t escape him. Folding you into a mating press he makes sure his cock gets buried deep hitting every sweet crevice of your cunt making you scream his name with each stroke.

Rutting into you with feral vigor, he drags his fangs down your neck teasingly nipping at your throat over your jugular. Kissing down onto the soft flesh of your shoulder he litters you with bloody kisses as he bites down. His fangs piercing the soft flesh drawing out small pearls on blood. By the end of the night much to your shook you’ll be covered in bloody hickies.

Clawing at his back and you mewl begging him to slow down,but not to stop, to have mercy on your poor squelching pussy you finally cry out you cumming. You cumming, you’re cumming, oh how delicious he thinks. Grinning he places a sloppy kiss on your lips to muffle your lewd moaning. Digging his sharps nails into your hips, you yelp at the sensation before being slammed down onto his cock. Balls slapping against your ass as he ruts deeper and faster into you. Crying for mercy as you feel your core tighten, and the walls of your pussy quiver around his cock, you can only claw his back drawing out bright red marks across his back in hopes he’ll slow down.

Pulling away from the kiss a thick rope of droll with a faint tint of blood extends from your lips. Nuzzling his head at the crooks of your next he smells your scent, your sweat, your sex in one power perfume clouding his mind. Lazily he licks at your neck as he trust into you. Feeling you pussy tighten squeezing the cum out his cock, he jaw spreads open snapping around your throat as his fangs burry deep.

Oh he drinks as he grinds into you shooting ropes of cum into your crevice, all while you cum around his cock. The chemical release of dopamine, endorphins, and oxytocin as you orgasm make your blood rich and sweet and Lucien drinks greedily. His mouth running red and thick with your blood. Trickles of blood run down your bed staining the sheets. (Not that you’ll have to worry about it, Lucien will simply replace the, with satin or silk bedsheets. Only the best for his beloved.).

Lapping away at the crimson river flowing from your neck he drinks enough to be satisfied and leave you dizzy. Chest heaving he lies next you admiring your form, savoring your taste. Maw red and glistening he smiles sweetly at you before leaning into kiss. You taste his saliva and the rich iron of your own blood, staining your lips and mouth a messy red as he kisses you deeply.

When he pulls away he pulls you in closer as you drift away into an exhausted sleep. Lovingly he feeds off your warmth and remains awake admiring your sleep until too is lulled away into a satisfied slumber.

[angelltheninth]

Gentle Prince

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, cuddlefucking, aftercare, cockwarming, breeding kink, marks, creampie, caring!Daemon, husband!Daemon

Word count: 0.6k

Ko-Fi | Rules | Fandoms and Characters

A/N: It's gonna be nothing but smut these next few days I'm afraid.

His breath is still hot against your ear, his grunts sending more tingles down your spine as his hands finally loosen their hold on your hips. He pulls away, his forehead briefly leaning against yours, "I'm afraid I got a little carried away with you darling. How do you feel?" His eyes are still almost entirely backed out, his lips grazing your own, almost making you want more.

You would take more if you could. "Tired." You breathe out a sigh, "I think we both got carried away. I can't even move. My body feels so heavy. But it's a good kind." Daemon huffs out a lough as he leans down a kisses your cheek.

You feel him shifting on top of you and instinctively wrap your legs around him. The fact that you did it so easily, without him even asking just goes to show how used you are to doing so.

"It's alright sweetheart. I'm not going anywhere. I'll stay right here. Inside you where I belong." He jolts his hips into you, making you gasp from how overstimulated you are, "Where my cum belongs."

You tighten around him, just thinking about feeling so full for the rest of the night makes your head spin and your body light up from the inside all over again. "Then maybe you should stay put, my prince."

"I plan to. But that doesn't mean my hands or mouth have to be. I have much to make up for. All these bruises and marks on you, someone has to kiss them better. It's my job as your husband to take care of you after all." He leans down and kisses the bite mark on your neck as his hands smooth over your bruised hips, down to massage your tense thighs, "To worship you."

For a few minutes you allow your body to relax, to enjoy the soft kisses and touches. The way he touches you now is so different from before. He was almost feral, rutting into you, telling you how good you look underneath him, full of his cock, how well he did to chose you, how good you are at taking his seed, how pretty you'll look when you're properly breed by him, cum spilling out everywhere between your trembling legs.

He treated you like he wanted to break you in half. And now he's being so gentle, the only evidence of the wild lovemaking being the marks he left, the warm cum filling up your pussy hole and the messy sheets and pillows.

"Darling... hm... you're going to get me hard again if you keep fluttering around me like that. Are you that insatiable?" You can hear the strain, as well as the slight anticipation in Daemon's voice. And if the slight throb of his dick is anything to go by he wouldn't mind going again either.

"Me? I was not the one who fucked the other back into consciousness. Do you have any idea what that feels like? How long was I out for anyways?" Daemon tilts his head a little, his damp hair falling over his forehead before you run your fingers through it.

"Thank you love." He closes his eyes, enjoying the warmth and comfort of your touch, "To answer your questions, you were out for a very short time. I barely had the time to get myself hard again. And no, I cannot say I've ever been fucked back into consciousness. Perhaps we should try it sometime, if you think you think you can make me black out that is."

You smirk and run your hands down his back, making him his as you press the pads of your fingers across the scratch marks you made there, "I'm always up for a challenge."

Daemon smiles, not grins but smiles, so soft and bright that one would not think him capable of it just going off rumors of him. You certainly didn't see him capable of such soft gestured when you first met. You've very glad that you decided to stick around to find out about them.

[hyunsvngs]

kinktober !

kink: watersports

pairing: han jisung x fem!reader

wc: 2.6k

watersports: sexual activity that typically involves urinating on or being urinated on by others.

Jisung was embarrassed. You could tell that. Despite the erection still straining his boxers, he’d pulled his hoodie over his hands in a cute attempt of hiding from you and the porn you’d just caught him watching. His eyes are watery, bottom lip quivering, and you place a chaste kiss on it to reassure him.

“Baby,” You began, and he whined, burying his face in your shirt. “It’s not a big deal. Everyone has their kinks.”

You meant it. But, when you’d found Jisung palming over his erection, moaning freely in your shared bedroom, you hadn’t expected to catch him watching piss porn. A woman pissing on a man, to be exact. When you thought about it, though? It made sense. It was Jisung, he was a self-proclaimed freak and… well, it was really fucking hot.

“Y-Yeah, but it’s weird,” Jisung mumbled, still burying his face in the fabric. “It’s… it’s pee.”

You cooed, pulling his face from your t-shirt. His round cheeks were burning red, newly dyed black hair floppy over his sweaty forehead. He was just so cute, and he was still hard. That tracked. Your baby did like being humiliated. 

“Well, I have something to tell you,” You put on a stage-whisper for that part, and Jisung nodded eagerly, waiting with bated breath. He always fell for it. “I think it’s fucking hot too. So, I wish you’d just asked.”

He gasped, grabbing at your waist with his sweater paws. “Really? You think piss is hot?”

“I do,” You moved quickly to straddle him, legs either side of his hips and clothed pussy pressed directly onto his erection. If anything, he’d gotten harder. You leaned down to mouth over the column of his neck, and his hands finally emerged from the hoodie, gripping you tightly as he let out a pleased sigh. “I need you to tell me. Do you want me to piss on you, you piss on me, or you piss inside me?”

“Yes,” Jisung responded, quite intelligently. You giggled, and when you pulled back to see his face properly, he was smiling, too. He was normally like this, all shy and embarrassed to bring up a new kink with you, but once you reassured him - which you always did - he was elated immediately. 

You grinned back at him, trying not to coo at his cute little teeth and round eyes. Oh, you had an idea. It was filth, and Jisung would love it. “Do you trust me, Sungie?”

“With my life,” Jisung replied solemnly. He meant it, too. “I trust you with everything, my baby.”

“Mm, good,” You mused, pulling his boxers down. His length sprung out, and it always surprised you when you saw just how hard Jisung got. He was always solid, leaking beneath his foreskin and balls clenching at a gust of air because of how sensitive he got. You wrapped one hand around his tip, pulling the foreskin back and biting your lip in approval when he dribbled one pearlescent drop of precum for you. It landed in his pubic hair, and you wiped it up with your thumb, pressing it into your mouth. Jisung looked like he was about to ascend. “Do you need to pee, baby?”

Jisung gasped, leaning up onto his forearms. “I- I mean, yeah, I do, I- God, I was holding it while I got off.”

You tilted your head to the side, digging your thumb into the slit on his cockhead. Jisung’s hips jolted, his legs thrashing beneath you as he let out a pained moan. He loved it. “That’s dirty. You’re holding it right now? Where were you going to piss?”

Jisung wailed, throwing his head back on the pillows. You carried on jerking his cock, focusing on the tip and dragging your thumb over the cockhead every now and again. It had him bucking his hips every single time. “I was- I was gonna piss myself, Jesus- I can’t think, oh-”

“Oh, okay. You were gonna piss yourself on our bed, just hoping I wouldn’t notice the sheets were changed?” You asked, and Jisung nodded, cheeks burning crimson. You huffed out a breath, then moved off of him. Jisung started to protest, but quickly shut up when he noticed you wiggling your trousers and panties down. You were wet, you knew that, and he was going to have a heart attack when you told him what you were planning. “Hold it up for me, baby.”

Jisung bit his lip, teeth digging into the flesh painfully. He pulled his hoodie up to his chest, exposing honey toned skin and his nipples, pebbled and sensitive to the cold air. You watched with bated breath as he wrapped a hand around his cock, holding it upright for you to sit on his length.

“You’re really…? Are you wet enough, or-” Jisung was cut off by his own moan when you sank down onto him, bottoming out instantly. “Oh, you are wet enough- Jesus, this pussy, baby, I could fuckin’ die here, oh my god-”

“Yeah?” You sighed, starting to bounce on his cock. Jisung’s hands went to your hips, fingertips digging into the flesh almost painfully. His cock always filled you up just right, not too big that it hurt and thick enough for you to feel the stretch. “Your dick feels fucking amazing too, Sungie.”

“Oh, god,” He huffed, air blowing the strands of his hair off of his forehead. He gripped your tank top, struggling to pull it down underneath your tits. You watched, amused and grinding your hips over his as he tried to set your chest free. “Baby. Baby, help. Tits. Need to see ‘em.”

“Need to see them?” You cooed, pulling your shirt over your head. Your tits bounced in your bra, the lace rubbing against your nipples feverishly, and Jisung moaned when you undid the confining material. His lips immediately latched onto your pebbled bud, running his tongue over it over and over and groaning deeply into the skin as you picked up the pace. “Mm, Jisung, baby?”

“Mmyeah?” He responded, muffled against your tit.

“Did you forget?” You questioned, and he pulled back, staring at you obliviously. His round eyes were even wider, blinking at you in question. “You need to piss, baby. Where are you going to do it now?”

Jisung choked on air, fingers running down to your thighs. “Hnng, I do need to piss, so fuckin’ bad. Where- where can I, I’m inside of you, and- oh. Oh.” He smiled in realisation and rubbed his nose against yours. 

“Yeah, baby, you’re gonna pee inside of me. Dirty fucking boy,” He kissed you deeply before pushing deeper into you, making you moan in pleasure. You leaned forward, clutching his semi-bare chest for stability and digging your nails into his skin as he thrusted up into you at a feverish pace. You let him take control, hips making the flesh on your ass ripple with the force of his movements, and then he was halting. 

“Pissing, oh fuck, I’m pissing, baby,” Jisung groaned, eyes shut, and you felt the stream begin. You whined out as it filled you up, a golden stream spilling out of your tight, drippy hole and cascading onto his hips beneath you. “Oh, my baby, that’s so dirty, I- I can’t stop pissing, oh-”

“Filthy,” You mused, breathing unevenly as you ran a thumb over his bottom lip. Jisung parted them immediately, still groaning through the emptying of his bladder as you spat in his mouth, licking into it afterwards. “Fillin’ me up so good, baby, it’s going everywhere.”

It really was. The sheets were soaked now, wetting your knees and creating a puddle beneath Jisung’s ass where he was laying. He let out one last moan and then lifted you up, his strength always surprising you.

He smacked his wet cockhead against your clit, grinning when it made you whimper. “Hold it in there for me, clench nice and tight.”

You obliged, tensing your pussy to keep his piss inside of you. It felt so empty without his cock. Jisung sat up, pulling his hoodie off and revealing his broad shoulders before throwing it to the floor. Just as quick as he’d pulled out, he was pushing you back onto the bed to lay on top of you, and then he was mouthing wet kisses all the way down your body. 

“I’m gonna taste it,” He murmured, finally reaching your pussy. You moaned, nodding. “I’m gonna lick my piss from your pussy, baby, shit, hng- it’s so fucking hot.”

“It’s so hot,” You agreed, letting him push your thighs apart. You registered him starting to pump his cock again against the wet sheets, and then he was spreading your pussy with two fingers of his spare hand, causing the liquid to spill out. Jisung groaned, delving into you with his tongue. His eyes looked up at you, half lidded but still so big and round, dark with passion and holding everything he wanted to do to you behind them. 

Wet noises rang around the room and you shifted against the sheets, letting your muscles relax. More piss streamed out of your core, making Jisung breath heavily against where he was making out with your pussy with renewed fervour. 

Then, you felt it. “Oh, Jisung,” You whined, pushing back his dark hair with one hand. “I- I gotta piss too, baby. Where- where…?”

Jisung looked up at you, groaning. He pulled away from his cock, wrapping both hands around your ass and pulling you impossibly closer to him. You were spread open like this, and with one thumb he was pulling back your pussy, tapping on your clit with his tongue. Oh. He wanted you to piss into his mouth. The sounds he was making vibrated into your core, and you squirmed, before you were letting go.

It overflowed again, because of course it did. The whole exchange was messy, Jisung whimpering into your core until eventually his eyes shut, drinking everything you had to give him. All you could feel was how achingly wet your pussy was at the filthy exhibition, watching your boyfriend’s face get more and more pink and pussydrunk just from tasting your piss. If you knew he was into this, you would’ve tried it a long time ago.

Your stream eventually tapered off and Jisung whined, sucking your folds to try and get more of the liquid out of you. You gasped, soothingly pushing some of his hair back with your hand. 

“Ji, baby, c’mere,” He obliged, his cock even leakier when it poked into your thigh with his movement. You let him pull you into a filthy kiss, tongue tainted with the taste of the two of you. It made you squirm for him, pushing your legs apart to try and catch him inside of you. Jisung allowed his cockhead to glide through your folds, every part of the both of you so wet and messy. You huffed, murmuring against his lips. “Sungie, I need to cum now.”

“I need to cum too, so bad. ‘S so fuckin’ hot,” He responded, reaching down to press his cockhead inside of you. His tip breached your hole easily, given the stretch from earlier and how soaking wet everything was. Your body glided across the sheets with the mess, and Jisung grabbed your thighs to ground you. “You wanna do this the way you love, baby?”

You perked up at that. “What do you- oh.”

Jisung moved your ankles onto his broad shoulders, and then he bottomed out. It was so deep that way, cock hitting your cervix in the most delightful mix of pain pleasure and you always got so loud that you and Jisung only reserved the position for special occasions. This felt special. 

“Oh, fuck, baby, that’s deep,” Jisung grunted, and he started to thrust into you. He let his balls slap against your ass in a delightful slow, passionate pace, and you whined, hands going to grip the sheets above you. Your tits bounced with every thrust, yet Jisung’s chocolate eyes were fixated on your face, watching your every expression. “Do you like my cock, baby?”

“God, yes, hmph. Love your cock, oh-“

“Yeah? Love it so much you pissed so nice for me,” He groaned, letting his hips pick up a bit. The noises around the room were filthy, wet slapping sounds ringing off of the walls and you just couldn’t stop wailing out at the pleasure. Jisung’s head fell to the crook of your neck, bending you almost impossibly. The pleasure in your pussy overrode any uncomfortable pressure in your thighs. “Oh, your pussy’s fuckin’ m-magic, oh yeah.”

“Cock’s magic, Ji,” You mumbled in response, eyes falling shut. Jisung chuckled, a huff of amused air that hit your skin and heated up the area. “It’s so wet, it feels so w-wet, I-“

“‘S wet ‘cause we pissed everywhere,” He huffed, running his tongue over your skin. His thrusts were desperate now, the hair on his pubic bone scratching your clit in the most insane form of pleasure. “We pissed everywhere, baby, it was so fuckin’- oh, it was amazing, I-“

“Are you getting close, baby?” You whined, rubbing your fingertips over his neck. “I need you to cum for me, I need you to fill me up again, with your cum this time, I- oh, I’ll cum with you, Ji, I promise.”

You were both rambling, and Jisung pulled back, nodding solemnly at your words. His pouty lips parted, revealing his tongue running over his teeth as he tried to focus on pleasuring you. He didn’t have to do much - his cock was so hot and hard inside of you, veins rubbing against your walls in the sexiest way. 

“I’ll- oh, fuck- fuck it, c’mere,” Jisung murmured, and then his hand wrapped around your throat. You squeaked, not used to the dominant move from your usually submissive boyfriend, but he definitely knew what he was doing. It got your pussy to clench impossibly tighter, clit throbbing with his heavy thrusts into your g-spot. His tongue ran over his teeth again with a wide smile at your fucked out expression. “T-That’s it. Good girl, good girl.”

“You’re- oh, you’re g’na make me cum,” You keened, fingernails digging into the sheets. You were sure you were ripping holes in it. “God, you gotta piss in me again soon, baby, was so-“

“I know, I know. I loved seeing you piss like that, was so fuckin’- so sexy, so sexy, my b-baby,” He slurred, eyes fluttering shut. You whimpered when his hand tightened around your throat, and then you were cumming, clit aching with the neglect but still an outrageously good orgasm nonetheless. You felt your pussy gush on his cock, soaking it more somehow, and Jisung whined, hips stalling against yours. 

With one more shallow thrust, he was cumming, filling you up again. His hands dropped to your hips and moved you in a slow grind, head falling back as he used you to ride out his orgasm. You didn’t mind - you were pliant, lax against the bed anyway. Easy to move, at least. 

Jisung huffed out a breath, letting your hips fall back down and kissing your nose softly. He didn’t pull out, instead collapsing directly onto your chest. 

“We need a shower, we’re gross,” He mumbled, hair soft and tickly against your skin. You giggled, running your fingers through the strands and making him let out a noise akin to a purr. 

“You’re the one who wanted to play around with piss.”

“Hey!” Jisung yelled, staring up at you. “You found it really fuckin’ hot too, so don’t lie.”

“Mm, I did,” You responded, stretching your arms above your head like a cat. “Actually, I didn’t really get it all out, so I kinda need to-“

You squeaked out when Jisung sprung off the bed, pulling you off by your wrist. 

“Shower,” He mumbled, pulling you into the bathroom. A quick look at his cock told you it was getting hard again, and you laughed in disbelief, shaking your head. 

“Okay, Sungie. Shower.”

[princessmaybank]

What Did Daddy Say?

Pairings: gentle dom!JJ x fem!reader

Warnings: masturbation (fem), cussing, caught, daddy kink, praise, gentle dom JJ, nickname: princess, oral (fem receiving), fingering, unedited.

Summary: You were missing JJ and you decided to pleasure yourself while he was gone.

Authors Note: Hi guys! Sorry I've been kinda MIA! I've been coming up with new ideas and this is one I've been working on since I've started this account. I hope you like it.

JJ was still at work and wouldn't be home until late tonight. It's already 9pm and he wouldn't be home for a few more hours. You missed him so much, he was on your mind all day, you craved his touch. You couldn't help yourself. You closed the bedroom door and got yourself comfortable. The clothes you were wearing were now on the floor and there was one nightstand lamp on. The bedsheets felt silky against your naked body, instantly relaxing you.

When your head hit the pillow, your fingers snaked down to your clit. The feeling of your cold finger tips against your hot pussy was enough to get you more wet and excited. You began to slowly rub yourself which caused your eyes to shut. Your other hand found its way to one of your boobs. You started playing with your nipple as your other hand started teasing your hole. The middle finger on the hand between your thighs was rubbing circles around your hole, slipping in after a few laps then repeating the process.

Eventually you gave in, slipping some fingers into your needy hole while your other hand slowly began to rub your body. In your mind, they were JJ's hands caressing every inch of your body. The memories of JJ's lips kissing your favorite places were being played in the back of your head. You remember how good it feels to have his pretty pink lips pressed to your wet little pussy.

Moans started escaping your mouth as your fingers picked up the pace. Your other hand was now rubbing your clit as you were fingering yourself. "Oh fuck JJ. Fuck me daddy." You moaned out. What happened next was very unexpected.

"What did daddy tell you about touching yourself princess?" JJ's voice echoed in your mind. You got embarrassed and immediately stopped what you were doing to sit up and face him. Your eyes fell on the man before you. JJ was standing in the doorway leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed. "J-Jay" You are shocked and stutter before he cuts you off. He took his shirt off and walked over to you. He got on his knees next to your side of the bed. "What did daddy tell you about touching yourself princess?" He asked, sounding more stern. You look at him feeling embarrassed. "You told me not to touch myself unless you tell me I can." He nods after your statement. "So why did I catch you touching yourself princess?" He put his right hand on your left hip and started caressing you up and down. He looked into your eyes with love. He wasn't mad he was almost hurt.

"I'm sorry J-" He cuts you off again. "That's not my name princess." He sounded a little bit more rough. "I'm sorry daddy. I missed you so much and I knew I wouldn't be able to stay awake for you. But you came home early!" You announced very happy. "So you just wanted to feel good princess? Because you missed Daddy's cock?" He smirked which caused you to nod slowly.

"Well I'm home now princess." He pushes you onto your back. He hovers your naked body and starts peppering kisses along your neck causing quiet whimpers to come from your lips. JJ moves his lips to yours, starting off with slow sensual kisses. His hands were feeling up your body. They moved to your boobs, needing them with his hands and making sure to not let your lips part from each other.

You were surprised when you felt his hand move down to your heat, teasing your folds. "Please touch me JJ." He pulled away from you and looked down at you with an upset expression. "There's only one thing you are allowed to call me princess." He lightly spanked your pussy. You moaned from the contact. "I'm sorry Daddy." He kissed your forehead then got on his knees in front of you. "It's okay princess, sometimes you need to be reminded." He smiles up at you.

JJ started kissing up your thighs while pushing you lightly to lay back. You were squirming from the contact that was tickling you between your legs. He finally made it to the spot you so desperately needed him. He began by teasing you lightly with kisses pressed to your heat.

Eventually you felt his cold tongue lick a stripe up your cunt. He was slow and gentle, which was nice but you needed more. You pressed your hand to the back of his head in hopes to get him to suck on your pulsating clit. He clearly understood. "Oh fuck.." You cried out. He positioned himself to stare up at you while sucking mercilessly on your clit. He noticed how undone he was making you and you felt a little smirk form on his face.

He moved down slowly, making sure he was still teasing you on the way to your hole. JJ pressed his tongue to your aching pussy and slowly inched his way back to your needy bud. He continued this motion several times until he finally had you caught off guard and thrust one finger inside of you. "Your pussy is so tight for me princess." You moaned in response.

His pace got quicker as he added another digit between your swollen folds. His mouth found your sweet spot once again, making you throw your head back. JJ knew he was doing good with you when he felt your legs begin to shake. "Fuck daddy I'm gonna cum." You whined. This caused JJ to speed up the process a little bit more. "One second princess, I'm not done making you feel good just yet. Hold it in." He retorted making you whimper. "Mmm that's it, you look so pretty with my fingers inside of you." He felt you clenching around his fingers. "Oh fuck yeah that's it princess, don't let me go." He smiled to you but you didn't notice.

You are fighting your orgasm harder than you ever have before. "You are such a good girl for me. Fuck look at this gorgeous little pussy ready to explode." He praised. JJ started sucking on your left nipple which was too much to handle. "I can't go any longer daddy. I have to cum please." You pleaded with JJ.

"You can cum now princess." He said with a slight giggle in his voice. You moaned his name as you released onto his fingers. "Fuck, you are just so perfect." JJ got into bed and held you close. He kissed your temple. "I love you princess."

[rose-riot-johnson]

Guess what my Tumblr Peeps😁I've finally decided to give writing a fanfic about a Kaiju No 8 character a try and it's non other than Kafka Hibino😃👍When it comes to writing about a fanfic about him, I am excited to write a fanfic about him and I have tons of ideas in my head on what to write😃💡

*This fanfic contains 1 or more long paragraphs (mostly in the end of this fanfic)😅

💚I'll Never Be Satisfied, Until I See For Myself That I Shown You Enough Of My Appreciation For You, With My Love For You💚(Kafka Hibino x Female Reader)

Genres: Smut (Warning +18 ⚠️: Language, Nudity, sexual contact (including Oral (both receiving) (cock sucking and pussy eating), thigh and ass touching, ass grabbing, vaginal penetration, boob touching, gentle nipple pinching), Praise Kink, And A Hickey)

You actually got to meet Kafka, when he first saved your life from a very bad Kaiju and after he defeated a Kaiju. You became surprised about the fact that he was willing to exchange cellphone numbers with eachother, which was after you asked him about having his cellphone number. Months later you managed to see him in his Kaiju No. 8 form (up to reader's imagination on how and/or when the reader had seen Kafka in his Kaiju No. 8 form), which has not only gotten you excited, however it also has you suspecting that him using his Kaiju No. 8 form might have something to do with how he managed to save your life, prior to you meeting him, so your relationship with him has became official, eversince then.

With living in the same home as your boyfriend Kafka is the usual route that is mainly sometimes him coming home after fighting Kaiju with wounds wll that either he would take care of himself or you helping take care of his wounds or both and sometimes you getting tired out from (reader's occupation)(especially when you end up having a rough day during (your) work) to the point you felt bad for not being able to do the chores or not bei g able to help him. Every you do apologize for not being able help with with chores or do chores due to (you) feeling tired and/or sick, because of the fact you would feel terrible about not being able to do so for any reason, he would assure you that there's no need to apologize and your health is very important to him (if he's being honest your life is more important to him than having chores get done).

Kafka does try to make you feel better while being honest about your health and life being very important to him and in his eyes you were being too hard on yourself whenever you're unable to do chores or even help him do it for any reason, however you felt deep down it wasn't just about that. You felt like deep down you haven't shown him how much you appreciate everything he had ever did for you, especially with taking care of you and saving your life. You just will never be satisfied until you fully show him how much you appreciate him and you don't just want to hear it from him despite of you knowing he was telling you the truth. You also want to see his expressions and him feeling your appreciation, for yourself.

One night, you came up with a plan to show Kafka, how much you appreciate him and having him feel the appreciation you're about to show him. Once he came home from fighting the bad Kaiju, you decided to check on him for any wounds and surprisingly he didn't have any wounds, however once he sat down on one of the chairs in the kitchen you decided to give him a back, shoulder, and arm massage, as he goes, "I'm surprised you're massaging me like this, (Female Reader Name)... What's the occasion, sweetie?". "I don't think there's an exact specific occasion really, Kafka... I just figured I'd really show you how much I appreciate you and stuff... Even tough it will be your night, I will also take extra care of you, babe...", you replied with your sweet talking, as you sneakily unbuckle his belt, then quietly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, knowing he's distracted with your conversation with him and with taking his shirt off, before going back to massaging him and asking, "Would you like anything to eat hun?".

Kafka was then confused as he replied, "I thought, I had the dinner you made me before my mission to fight another Kaiju, (Female Reader Name)?". You continued to massage his back, shoulders, and arms, as you whispered in his ear, "What about (dessert or a midnight snack)? I clearly remember that you haven't had dessert nor any snacks in a while, so let me treat you. Go on... Lay on the bed while I get dessert set up for you.", before you kissed him on one of his facial cheeks and stopped giving him a back, shoulder, arm massage, as you let him stand up, as his pants completely fell down. Before he was able to make an attempt to pull his pants back up and ask about how his pants feel down, you played innocent pretending you didn't notice his hard on, when you cooed, "Oh... What a surprise that your pants ended up falling down... Oh well... It might end up getting toasty in here later, so you might want to leave your pants off...".

Despite Kafka giving you a weird look on his face, he did what you asked, by finishing getting his pants removed and handing you that same pair of pants that fell off on him and replied, "I guess you're right, my weather lady... It still feels a little toasty inside the place, even after I took my shirt off... I should have remembered that you know, so well...", before winking at you, as he went inside the bedroom he shares with you, turned on the air conditioner, then lay on the bed, while he's waiting for you, as he's trying to figure out how his pants fell down. He was also thinking about what you mentioned about "toasty" in here, as he decided to pull his boxers down just to his knees, so he can keep his dick cooled down a little, then he saw you completely naked. He clearly doesn't know what he's blushing (and speechless) about more, the fact that you walked in the room after he pulled his boxers to his knees with his dick hanging out or the fact that you came inside the room, where he can see you completely naked.

Kafka then figured out you might be up to something, as he mentioned, "Since you walked in the room completely naked, what's your plan actually? Something tells me that my pants weren't unbuttoned nor unzipped... Infact my belt wasn't even unbuckled... Atleast not until you decided to massage my back, shoulders, and arms... What are you really planning, since you're not actually going to make me (desert or a midnight snack)?". You only answered him with, "You'll see...", before you happily continued, "And look... You even had your cock out just for me... I knew you were hard... I just didn't know you'd be this hard for me...", proceeding to get on the bed to get on top of him, as you sat on his face with your pussy inside of his mouth, giving him no other choice, except to eat and lick your pussy, while you stroke his cock, before putting his cock inside of your mouth.

Once you started sucking on his cock, you could instantly hear Kafka muffling, as if he has trouble holding back a moan, so you decided to deep throat his dick to see, if he does anything else. After he felt you deep throating his cock, he put his hands on the back of your thighs, then quickly moving his hands to your ass, proceeding to grab rough enough, as one of his attempts of letting you know he enjoyed how you we're sucking on his hard cock and the way you were deep throating, too. He also dined on your pussy, while trailing his tongue on your clit (considering that your pussy is still in his mouth, from you sitting on his face), as he would open his eyes on and off, looking at your ass (and still holding on to your ass) out of his enjoyment of what you're doing with him.

A few minutes later, you touched his hand to let him know that you're going to finally get off his face, as he then realized that you're done sucking and deep throating his dick. You turned around, then cooed, "I can't have you be finished yet, babe... We're just getting started, my precious... I really want to continue showing you my appreciation in a different way, darlin... I would love to hear your voice and actually hear your words, as I continue making you feel, so good... Let me show you, how much of a good girl I can be for you, Kafka...", proceeding to kiss his lips quick before you start riding on his hard cock. Once you started riding on his dick, the walls of your pussy hole already started to tighten around his cock, as he groaned and praised, "Fuck, (Female Reader Name)... Were planning this.. Oh God! The whole time? Fuck! Your pussy is always amazing on my dick, even tough you really are making a mess out of me, this time...", as he kept moving his hands to your hips, then to your sides, then to your boobs to gently, pinch your nipples, then sliding down on your sides to get his hands back to your hips, as he continued (with atleast a moaning, slight praise), "Please, (Female Reader Name)... You're taking such amazing care of me, in a unexpected way... Just please don't stop riding me like like this until I fill your pussy full... I need you... I need you to continue making a mess of me until I empty my cum inside of you... I'm begging you, my miss sugar angel!", as you were able to tell he was already, starting to get very pussy drunk and he was also showing his expressions on his blushing, face that he was feeling more than satisfied on how you were (and are) taking care of him.

You then replied as you groaned, "I'm glad you enjoyed it, handsome... I'm more than happy to hear you express how you truly feel about how I'm taking care of you, like this... And it's not just your praises that satisfied me... I can also tell from seeing your expressions on your cute and blushy face, that you're more than satisfied with how much I'm showing you my appreciation for you, this time, which made more very satisfied to see you satisfied, honestly... Since you don't want me to stop until you're emptied, to tell you the truth, I don't want to stop until then either, my sexy Kaiju...", which made Kafka blush even more, as you then continued to ride his cock, with his hand gripping on your hips, so gently. His whimpers and your moans then started to fill the room, the longer you kept riding on his cock. He would then move his hands from your hips to your ass, as he started to grab your ass roughly.

Kafka somehow managed to get himself to sit up, while roughly grabbing your ass and you continuing to ride him, before you proceeded to put a hickey on his left side of his necks, as he then loudly whimpered, "(Female Reader Name)! I think I'm going into a climax!". Once he emptied himself inside of your swollen hole, he wrapped his arms around you and you wrapped your arms around him, laying your head on his left shoulder. "You did such an amazing job with taking care of me hun... I really appreciate it, beautiful... Because of you this has to be the best night ever...", Kafka praised, proceeding to pet the back of your head and holding you a little tightly. "I'm glad Hibino... I'm truly am happy to finally be able show you, how much I really appreciate you and since I've seen your expressions, your (tones of your) voice, and feeling your enjoyment on what I'm doing with you and your body, I can now be satisfied with knowing that I more than satisfied you, which I have been wanting to do for you, babe...".

"I honestly, am more than satisfied with what you're doing with me... I'm surprised... I also get satisfied when I get to see you in general... Wheather it's waking up next to you in the morning or coming home from fighting Kaiju, when we snuggle together, you name it! While we do get our off days, just being able to see your face, hear your voice, and even snuggling with you can really satisfy me hun...", Kafka replied, so happily before he loosen his hug to look at you and continued, "Tell you what, (Female Reader Name)... Maybe one day... Or night... I might satisfy you and pleasure you in a way or in ways you wouldn't ever expect me to...", giving you a smirk on his face. You blushed as you replied, "I can tell you're trying to be cute with talking about satisfying and pleasuring me and I clearly think you can always be cute without trying... I love you, Kafka...", proceeding to kiss one of the sides of his facial cheeks. He blushed and replied back, "I love you too, (Female Reader Name)...", before Kafka decided kiss you into a lip locking sensation, which you enjoyed it from him to the point where you locked lips together. Next day when Kafka Hibino was patrolling with Reno Ichikawa and Iharu Furuhashi to see, of there are any bad Kaiju they needed to fight, Iharu joked, "Hey Kafka! You lost to a vacuum cleaner when you got home last night?", trying to hide his giggling and wanting to see, if Kafka realizes you put a hickey on him, leaving both Reno and Kafka confused, as Kafka replied, "What vacuum cleaner? I haven't touched any vacuum cleaners last night?", before Iharu giggled and replied back, "I meant your girlfriend must have left you a nice hickey on the left side of your neck!", as he then happily continued, "In all seriousness, she is definitely a good woman for you, since she left her mark on you and she must have shown you some love...", wanting to shake hands with Kafka, before Reno used a mirror he must have brought with him for Kafka to see for himself, as he tried to hide his happy blushing, after he realized that you must have put a hickey on him, while you were riding on Kafka's dick that night. He would then mumble to himself, "One of these nights... I'm going to definitely show her the lovin' she'll never forget... I will definitely show, (Female Reader) a good time for putting a hickey on me...", before he smirked, while still blushing.

💚The End💚

I really did my best with putting alot of thought into the fanfic and I do hope you enjoyed this fanfic about Kafka, especially with the ending, which the ending was last minute honestly😃👍While in ways this fanfic is similar to atleast some of the other smut fanfics, however in ways I decided to write it a different way😁👍If there are any errors in grammar or spelling I did rush the fanfic and/or forgot to proof read it first, the fact I really got excited to write this (or any) fanfic about Kafka (regardless of any genres (even if I was write about another genre instead of smut) and wanted to try different ways of writing this Kafka fanfic than I typically writing storyline wise😅😃👍The reason(s) why I'm inspired to write a fanfic about him is because I have seen posts mentioning about the Kaiju No 8 manga, then one day I decided to read one of the volumes of Kaiju No. 8 months ago and I really enjoyed the manga, so when I found out about the anime version of Kaiju No. 8, I was happy about it, and from watching the anime I like the anime (so far) and Kafka Hibino is definitely my favorite character from Kaiju No. 8 right now, so I just have my reasons💚😁👍I do hope to write about Kafka again one day, because I might have an idea or so on how I want to write it, considering I had fun writing this fanfic and I'm hoping you had fun reading this fanfic about Kafka, as well😃👍

[fantasyland96]

Hi again, Rapebait!

We should be friends in real life, I think. We should hang out, talk about our interests, watch movies, just have a generally good time together. We celebrate the good times in life, support and comfort each other when times are hard

This goes on for years and years. Our intimacy is boundless, your trust in me is unquestioned. You have no reason to think of me as anything other than your kind, caring, supportive friend

Then one day, we're on the couch, watching a movie together. In a comfortable silence, you rest your head on my shoulder, as you often do

And something as simple as that is the moment that sends me over the edge--when I get tired of waiting for you to catch my million and one hints

You look at me, curious, as I pause the movie and stand up. You're confused, surprised, but still mostly trusting, as I undo my belt and pull down my pants. Your brain starts to catch up with what you're seeing as I pull down my underwear

You've almost got the words "what are you doing?" out of your mouth when I shove my thick, bitchbreaker cock in it

I hold the back of your head, pushing you all the way down on my 6 1/2 inch cock, your lips involuntarily kissing my groin. I'm still partly soft, so while me hilting myself in your throat with no preamble isn't exactly comfortable, it's flexible enough that it gives you some ability to warm up and stretch out as I slowly expand inside your mouth

I'm not completely ruthless--I start slow and build up as I fuck your mouth--but it's clear that I'm only concerned with your comfort in so far as it didn't get in the way of what I want

"I'm sorry," I say as I start to pick up speed and force. "I've needed this for a long time."

That's all the explanation you ever get

Of course, you have every opportunity to stop me. Your teeth are right there. You can end this by just biting down

But part of you still knows this is me. Part of you still trusts me--this is a profound violation, but surely I must have a good reason? I'd never hurt you this deeply just to satisfy my itch. Right?

You're as scared and confused as you've ever been, but you can't bring yourself to want to hurt me, even as I hurt you

Finally, I shove my whole erection down your throat and you feel me pulse, dumping my load

Your eyes start to tear up, but at least you have hope now. At least it's over. Maybe, god please, maybe we can just go back to normal now, pretend this never happened.

But I'm not done. I press on your shoulders, gently but firmly, as I guide you down onto your back, laying you on the couch.

You're too shocked for words, and I offer nothing by way of explanation as I slide your pants and panties off of you and spread your legs. I reach down and feel your pussy--despite yourself, you're already soaking wet down there. You see me smile--a sweet, gentle smile, the smile you've seen on my face when I open a thoughtful birthday or Christmas gift, as though getting wet while I raped your mouth was a sweet gesture you did on purpose to please me.

I settle on to the couch, lying on top of you with my legs between yours, and line my cock up with your waiting pussy.

I slide into you with a deep, contented sigh, and a relaxed smile

"Thank you so much," I say as I slide my whole length inside you, holding myself there to savor the sensation of your cute little rapehole for the first time. "I'm so glad you're finally letting me do this. I've been waiting for so long."

Stunned, you wrack your brain for anything that you could have done or said that I would take as an invitation to do this. You can't think of a damn thing. Was it because we were comfortable telling each other sex jokes? Was it because we'd talked about our kinks and likes and dislikes the way friends do? Or was it realy just because you were too shocked to ask me to stop?

You have absolutely no idea.

I start off with gentle, slow, short strokes, the way a good top does when they don't want to hurt their partner, but I don't give you long enough to get used to my girth before I'm pounding in to you with all my speed and force and weight. I mistake the wide, pained expression on your place for one of pleasure that matches mine, and grin in what I mistake for mutual excitement for our first time.

"Oh, shit," I gasp. "Fuck, Missy, fuck, I... I'm! I'm!!!"

I cum inside you, burying myself as deep as you can. I keep going, gently, as I cum, prolonging the experience as best I can

When I finish--after what feels like both forever and no time at all--I collapse on top of you, my head laying on top of your breasts like pillows

I let out a deep breath. "Oh thank you again so much. Sorry I came inside you, you just felt so good I couldn't bring myself to pull out. God Missy, that was the tightest pussy I've ever had. If I'd known it was that good I wouldn't have waited so long to proposition you."

You realize, with dawning horror, that I'm being entirely sincere. Pulling out my dick and shoving it in your mouth really was my idea of asking you for sex, and you not biting or hitting me was my idea of establishing consent

The irony occurs to you that if I'd just sat down with you, told you I found you attractive and asked if you wanted to be... what? A couple? FWBs? Well, at the very least you probably would have thrown a little pussy my way willingly. I didn't have to rape you

"Are you on birth control?"

You shake your head, before realizing that my face is still buried between your breasts. Feeling the movement, I look up at you. There's a sparkle in my eyes, innocent, grateful, like a child given their first videogame console.

"No." You can barely choke out the word.

I grimace

"Sorry again. I'll pick you up Plan B in the morning, least I can do. We'll have to get you on birth control soon, I hate condoms. Hey, did you want an orgasm while I'm down here?" I thrust my quickly softening cock into you for emphasis.

"I'm good" is all you can think to say.

I nod and sit back up, aparently unconcerned with the idea of dressing either of us. I sit you back up, gently press your head back to it's resting position on my shoulder, and press play on the movie

Just like nothing happened. Just like you'd wished when I came down your throat

I can be a bit oblivious, but it's a bit much the next day when I ask you if something's wrong. You stare at me. After a moment I prompt you again. You ask how the hell I can ask you that. After a bit of back and forth, you realize I honestly, literally have no idea what you're talking about

The irony of the fact that I'm fucking you in missionary for the whole conversation escapes me, but not you

Over the following days it slowly dawns on you--in my mind, nothing has changed. Not the nature of our relationship, not the depth of our trust, not the extent of our emotional intimacy, nothing. I have no idea why you would think anything was different, other than me pumping a load or two into you whenever we're alone

I raped you, blatantly, objectively, repeatedly. Hell, I've made a habit of it by this point. And I honestly don't seem to think this changed anything. I treat you in every way exactly as I did before--tender, heartfelt support for your interests, needs and struggles, with no indication of romance, no flowers, dates or chocolates, no kisses when I'm not using your body to get myself off and rarely even then

It seems like raping you is a new hobby I've picked up, no different from macrame or hiking in my mind

I just seem to have decided that I have permission to pick a hole and use it whenever I feel like getting off, and you still have no idea what gave me that impression except that you didn't stop me when you were too shocked and scared and confused to do so

I always offer you an orgasm when I'm done. You never take me up on it.

You think about it when you masturbate, though. About me violating your body and boundaries. Eventually, when you've gotten used to our dynamic, you'll take me up on my offer. You'll learn about my talents with my fingers and my tongue. You'll cum harder than you ever have in my life. But for now, it's just this. I use your body how I want, when I want. You get yourself off thinking about it later. And otherwise, we go back to business as usual

Time passes. You manage to convince yourself you like it this way, or at least don't mind being my fucktoy on the side of being my friend. Sex with me becomes so comonplace and casual that it rarely puts our conversations on pause when I use your body

Eventually you begin turning the tables on me, pulling my cock out whenever your throat or your pussy or your ass begins to feel too empty. But there's no aspect of revenge, no sense of control taken back, when I respond to this development with excited enthusiasm

I never become less of a friend to you. I never become less encouraging of your aspirations, less proud of your success or comforting in your challenges. It's almost as if I don't see your holes as part of my dearest friend, but as toys for me to play with. There's you, the person, and your holes, which are really my cumdumps that just happen to be attached you. This becomes crystal clear the day you climb into my lap to cry on my shoulder at the news of a celebrity death, and I slide my cock into you while I rub your back and console you.

It's clear to you that I see no contradiction in my actions. The idea that using you to warm my cock while I comfort you might make my comforting seem insincere is completely alien to me. You could explain it to me, maybe, and eventually I'd probably be able to wrap my head around it. But it hardly seems worth the effort at this point

In the end, you succeed in convincing yourself that this is what you want. That you exist to serve my cock. That you love living this way

And maybe even that you love me.

Why not? We're everything most couples are already. We have a deep, intimate, emotional bond. You present your holes without complaint on command--when I bother to warn you in advance. I spend so much time at your apartment that I float the idea (while balls deep in your ass, cuddlefucking you in your bed) of letting the lease lapse on my place and moving in with you

You begin to think we might be dating already, and I've simply forgotten to mention. The more you think about the idea, the more you like it, the more you feel a gentle warmth in your belly at the thought of calling yourself my girlfriend

At least until I start dating again, and introduce you to my new girlfriend from Tinder. But that's a story for another time.

My oh my…that was….amazing. I’ve never had anyone write anything about me. I absolutely love this! Now if you’ll excuse me….im soaking wet and imma go re read this and cum 🤭

[mommyghostface66]

uhhh hi mommy! I sent this ask on your old blog but since that got nuked here it is again.

(re: my last ask about advice on squirting.)

I tried some of your advice and it wasn't... super great. I hadn't done much penetrative stuff before, and it took 15 minutes to get myself wet enough to get a finger in, and even then, it didn't feel super great. I was kind of expecting it to feel how it felt when I touched my clit for the first time.

I thought I felt my g-spot with the very tip of my finger, so I decided to use the non-cap end of a Sharpie as a makeshift dildo. I think I found my g-spot but it didn't feel super great? Just like a dull throbby feeling deep in my pussy.

It didn't feel good so I stopped. I tried to get myself to cum by touching my clit but that didn't work, I was completely out of the mood.

I don't like penetration and I don't like touching my nipples (my boobs are usually too tender to feel good, and pulling on my nipples just makes them ache) and I don't like the idea of anal, so I'm 100% not doing that.

Feeling discouraged. I don't feel like I can be a proper sub if I can't or don't want to service a Dom with my holes. I feel like all I can do is be told to sit and stay like a dog (follow orders, something I want to do but is it enough?)

(sorry that this downer ass ask is the first of mine on your blog lol)

- 🩷

hey love! Don’t beat yourself up for it❤️ you are still very much a sub even if you don’t enjoy anal, or penetration. There are other ways to be of service that doesn’t involve those things. (If you’re comfortable, you still have your mouth 🙊) but all that aside, I’m sorry it didn’t work out for you. That’s okay! You’re not into those things and your body is telling you that.

You can very much be a service sub and serve your Dom(me) by doing exactly what you said, following orders (or don’t!) you can touch them in a variety of ways, you can kiss them, lick them suck on them, etc. you can bite. If you simply want to sit and be told what to do then the right Dom(me) will enjoy it!

All of this will take some experimenting, trial and error. Maybe you’ll come to find out that you enjoy thigh riding, or tribbing, or other forms of stimulation!

There are so many ways to enjoy kink, to enjoy your body sexually, you’ll find something that works for you love ❤️

if you have any other questions or simply need to vent, you know where I’ll be ☺️

It’ll be okay darling!

PS: my original blog is back up if you’d like to leave me asks there as well.

-🩷

[skycas1noregular]

Kinktober/Smuttober 17th: Siglai (fantasies, masturbation, obsession)

(🔞NSFW)

Something a bit different, and that is first POV (in this case Nikolai's) that I don't write often. But obsessed Nikolai and his thoughts are worth writing down this way (and I know I'm pretty late on Kinktober, but at least it's here)

I miss you. I miss you so damn much. Not just your mentality and attitude that changed for the worse, not just your body that you modified with the money you gained by showing it, not just you being humble and reasonable, but your actions, your way of sucking my cock, your pussy that would clench any time I accidentally went deeper than you could handle.

I miss that side of you that you don’t have anymore. Yet, I do have that exact version of you in the corner of my room that is full of photos we had taken while doing the most unholy things imaginable. Out of a few where you ride, where I’m balls deep inside you, where you’re bent over the counter with legs spread open for me, there is this specific one that gets me hard every time I see it (which is quite often, considering that it’s the biggest one on my wall and is always in first focus).

That being the one where your lips are wrapped around my cock. Sigma, you have no idea, no idea of what that photo makes me want to do to you. You have no idea how hard it is to control myself when I think about it.

You’re already well aware that I couldn’t care less about people’s opinions, less alone care for being horny in public and taking care of it despite people watching. Jail I have been might not be as public, but I did get a few questionable looks once I spilled all that useless cum all over my uniform. It should have been all over your face.

I wish you stayed that way with me. I wish that the praise kink you had never left our bedroom. I hate anyone who flattered you too much for my liking, the same as I hate you for indulging with those people. I could give you much more praise, whisper in your ear, and tell you how much you mean to me, yet you chose those men in the comments under your posts on social media. You lost me because of some fucking creeps that you enjoy to thirst over you. They don’t know you as I do, yet you made it so easy by revealing absolutely everything.

I could say I had a pretty good effect on you, but damn, Sig, why was me going to jail the drop that overflowed the cup? I thought you were smarter than that. It appears you’re not. I promise you that you have much more stalkers. I wasn’t, and I am not the only one. But I’ll give myself credit as the only one who genuinely cares. You’re lucky they caught me. Though, you won’t escape me catching you.

If the others knew what I had going on in my mind and on this wall dedicated to you, they would surely be coming untouched by the sight of your lips around it, your eyes slightly watery, and your hair being held by my hand, pushing it back just to look at you, and perhaps to make it easier for you. Even that red lights we turned on that night added to the atmosphere.

I remember it quite well. I remember how you lusted over me, dropped on your knees, so perfect and ready to take me. I remember that bra of yours that you threw in the audience the first chance you got after you left me. It should have been thrown at my face. Should have been pushed to the edge of the bed; should have fallen over it, and be forgotten like every time we indulged in such filthy acts.

But that bra isn’t what I am interested in. It would be such a bummer if I didn’t have a few separate photos of your tits. It was indeed a good decision to print them out and tape them all over. I can mix, imagine you naked instead of covered with that useless lace.

And I do mix them. I do imagine doing things to you that you would not like after all this shit that happened. Do I care, though? God no. You asked for it by showing your body on full display. You provoked me. I have seen you laugh at the camera every time your fans compliment you. To be honest with you, it felt as if you were laughing right at my face, telling me how fucking awful I am for being jealous of you wearing tight and revealing clothes and engaging in conversations with people who were obviously flirting with you right in front of my eyes.

But let me be honest once again; when I reserve time for you this way, I put those thoughts aside and focus solely on you. You deserve it once in a while, and I deserve it at any time of the day or night. So, I will treat myself and indulge in fantasies that I’m working on to become reality.

Whole work (including other/first chapter) on my AO3:

[renova-writes]

minou baise son amour

summary: smut. just some good old fashioned smut

word count: 1,470

warnings: smut, daddy kink, teasing, drinking

“Minou?” I called downstairs. “Can you please come up for a minute?” 

“Of course, mon amour. I am on my way right now.” His footsteps could be heard coming up the stairs and down the hallway, pausing at the door to our room. I glanced over my shoulder and found him staring, absorbing every detail that graced his eye. When his eyes met mine he quickly remembered that I in front of him was his girlfriend, and not a painting hanging in a museum. “What is it dear? You look gorgeous by the way.”

“Thank you darling. I just wanted to ask if I looked alright, but you have already made your position on the matter quite clear.”

“You could be wearing a potato sack and I would still think you the most beautiful creature in the universe.” He walked over and kissed me on the forehead. “So don’t ask me how you look. You know what I’m going to say.”

After months of dating Timothée I still had no idea what to say in return to proclamations such as these. They happen quite frequently and are always followed by my blushing and a sweet kiss on the forehead or lips. 

Today he stroked my hair, paused, grabbed me by my jaw and pressed his lips on mine. There was a subtle ferocity behind his actions. The touches forceful, more demanding. A bad attempt at masking the need that rubbed against me.

Although I too could feel myself longing, now was not the time nor the place. “Are you excited for the game?”

“The game? What game? Oh… that game. Do we really, really need to go? Cause I can think of at least a dozen other ways we could spend our time that would be way more enjoyable.” 

“Only a dozen?”

“Well, we need to hold back a little bit or we’ll get bored.”

“That does sound fun. But I promised my sister that we’d be at Emma’s game. They’re in the state championships and you know how much our being there would mean to her.”

“Fine.” He grimaced, “As long as we can do whatever I want when we get home.”

“Anything you want.” I smiled at him. I tried to resist the urge to tease him more, but my mouth moved without thinking and said words I knew I would regret later. “Daddy…”

The corner of his lips twitched. “What did you just call me?”

I ignored him. I repaired the damage he did to my lipstick and walked out of the room. 

“Adella. Come here. Adella.”

I kept walking away. I grabbed my phone from the charger and my keys from the bowl. 

“If we don’t leave now we’re going to be late. Come on.”He didn’t say a word the whole drive to the gymnasium. When I got out of the car, he came over and kissed me, pressing on me, and I could tell exactly why he was so silent. “Let’s go watch some basketball.” I beckoned to him once I had finally managed to pull him off of me.

He didn’t say a single word the entire drive. Once we arrived, he only said the bare minimum to everyone we met. Every time I glanced at him, the expression on his face was the same. His dark eyes stared at the ground and his lips were pressed tightly together. His eyebrows furrowed together as if he was deep in thought. 

Only when we finally got home did he show any emotion. 

Barely five seconds after I locked the front door, he grabbed my shoulder dragging me  up the stairs into our bedroom. He pushed me up against the wall and lifted up my skirt. His fingers began to dance around my clit, kindling sparks that I knew would eventually build up into a great wildfire taking over myself. 

“Oh, Adella. If only you knew how crazy you make me. What were you thinking trying wearing that without me tearing it off you. It was so hard for me not to take you right there on the bleachers.” 

“I’m sorry minou-”

“Don’t talk.” He held up his hand to silence me. “Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to fuck that beautiful little pussy of yours. I’m going to leave you shaking like the little slut I know you are. Does that sound okay?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, daddy.”

‘There you go. Good girl.”

With that he transformed into a primal being completely consumed by his desire. He practically ripped my dress off my body without a care as to the price. He only paused for a minute to unzip and pull off his pants, but after that there was no stopping him. 

There was no point to stroke his cock before, it was already hard as a rock. All he had to do was slide it in. He immediately started ferociously pumping in and out, the pace catching me off guard. 

A low “fuck.” slipped out of my mouth as he hit a particularly sensitive part inside. My moan was met with a slap on the face.

“Did I tell you you could talk? Hmm?” He mocked. “No. You’re just going to lie here and take it.”

His pace increased. One of his hands held the headboard, holding himself steady as he fucked me while the other played with my breasts. He stroked them in perfect rhythm with his thrusts. 

“You feel so good inside me. It’s like you were made just for my cock.” 

 My hands found their way first into his silk black hair and then down onto his back. It was nearly impossible to stay quiet. The hand that had been toying with my breasts moved down to my clit. 

His thrusts were becoming harder and deeper. Tears brimmed in my eyes and I moaned as the pleasure compounded. He didn’t seem to care and he groaned alongside me. 

“You look beautiful like this, wrapped up in pain and pleasure all from me. Such a beautiful slut.”

“Daddy. Keep fucking me like this. Please. I’m so close.” I whimpered. 

My fingers dug into his back. My body jerked and I felt the explosion begin to build. His body too, was twitching, and I could tell he was on the edge. 

“Say my name slut. Let the world know who you belong to.”

“Oh daddy. Fuck. Daddy.” 

“That’s right. Fuck. You’re mine.” 

My body clenched at those words and gave one final twitch. The high swept over me and I grabbed onto his back. 

He gave a few final thrusts before cumming and the two of us rode out our highs together. 

Dark hair fell in my face as he passionately kissed me.  Our bodies lay twisted together in a hot sticky mess. We lay together with him still inside for a while, soaking in the moment. 

“That was amazing.” He breathed. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” 

I pressed my lips against his. He kissed back before pulling away.

“I don’t remember saying you could talk.”

“Oh. I just felt like it.”

“Maybe I should punish you for that.” The corner of his mouth was turned up in a way that could only suggest he had things planned for his ‘punishment’. 

“Maybe…” I smiled. 

I danced my fingers along his collarbone. 

He slowly pulled out and I already began to feel an ache without him. 

“I should clean you up.” He said with a kiss on my forehead. 

He scooped me off the bed and carried me into the bathroom. He ran a hot bath for me and added my favorite lavender bath salts that I reserved for special occasions such as this. 

Everything he did, he did with great attention to detail. He gently massaged shampoo into my hair and rinsed it out. He rubbed my entire body down with soap and kissed me every chance he could. 

When he was done in the bath, he wrapped me in a fluffy towel and dried me off. He combed my hair and  slipped a silk robe over my shoulders. For himself he pulled on a pair of boxers. 

“Mon amour.” He said, holding out his hand. I accepted and he bowed to kiss it. He led me downstairs and into the kitchen where he poured two glasses of wine. 

We drank on the balcony overlooking the city. Already, he couldn’t keep his hands off me. Neither could I. His skin was just too warm. Too alluring. 

I closed the space between us for a passionate kiss but he broke away before our tongues could fully intertwine. He grinned wickedly, desperate for more. 

“After this drink would you want to go again?” He asked. 

I smiled. There was no need to answer. I wanted to go again. And again. And again.

[ophelia-jones]

Multiple partners M/F/M, oral, anal, dubious consent 18+ only

Late kinktober submission.

Its a one shot, but connected to my fic 'looking in' over on ao3.

Fantasies

Paisley stretched out on the sofa, her head in Negan's lap as he smoothed her hair with those magic hands of his. She sometimes wondered if this were all just some wonderful fever dream. If it was, how far back would she find herself when she woke? Before Alexandria? Before the Saviors? Before she left England at all?

Sure, if that were the case, the world would go back to normal. No walking dead to contend with, plus The NHS, pubs, and shops would still be around. Her heart no longer ached for such things, though. The very idea of Negan being nothing more than a figment of her fevered imagination made it hard to breathe.

Bizarre as it seemed, she wouldn't want to wake up to that other world now. For all of the things she had there, it wasn't home. This, right here? This was home. Negan was home. Alexandria was home.

"What's going on in that twisted little brain of yours?" Negan asked with a soft smile as he gazed down at her with a look she would never believe was just for her. It made her feel everything all at once, and sometimes, she thought she might explode with so much emotion.

"Nothing much," she sighed contentedly.

"I don't believe that for one fucking second," he told her with a playful little smile. She loved it when he did that - murmured to her practically without moving his lips. It showed off his devilish nature so well; maybe because it was his eyes doing the talking.

"You're not getting bored of this old fucking man, are you?" He teased. Paisley knew this was no moment of self doubt but his way of drawing her into his web. He wanted her to lavish him with praise and kisses. Most likely, she thought as she flashed a twisted smile up at him, he wanted her to suck him off - since she was already down there, and all, he would say.

"Maybe," she teased, watching Negan's eyes widen with surprise.

"Really?" He said. It wasn't a question but a challenge. Paisley shrugged and feigned indifference to the subject.

"I mean, who doesn't like to order alacarte from time to time?" She couldn't suppress the giggle that her game had brought out.

"Uh-huh," Negan smacked his lips and nodded at her, arching an eyebrow. "Just what sort of thing are you thinking of ordering?"

"You want to know if I have any dirty fantasies I keep to myself?" She replied. "Sure, but that's it. A dirty mind wandering down dark alleyways and guinels that should never see the light of day. I'm sure you have plenty."

"Sweetheart, you have NO I-fucking-dea!" Negan laughed. "But we're talking about you right now. What twisted little kink soaks your panties when I'm not in them?"

"I…" Paisley paused and looked up at him, trying to guage his openness to the things she let her mind consider when she wanted to tease her own boundaries. The sort of things a person would think about but most likely never actually do.

"Come on, I'm no wilting violet, punk. Lay it on me," Negan urged.

"I might've imagined a threesome once or twice," she told him.

"That's pretty tame, Paisley - I expected some weird fucking shit. Hell, you got anyone in mind? You know me when it comes to pussy, the more the hornier."

"Sorry old man, I am just not into pink tacos. Nothing against women who are, it just doesn't do anything for me," she told Negan, reaching up to trace his jawline absent-mindededly. His eyes widened only slightly and she felt him shift his weight under her head.

"You think about taking on two cocks at once, huh?" He asked. "My, my but you do have a surprise or two left in you. How exactly do you imagine that shit would go down?"

"How do you think?" Paisley turned the tables. "What do you think it would be? I'll tell you if you're hot or if you're cold."

"Oh-ho mmmm… alright, I can play fucking ball," Negan smiled crookedly at her. He slipped one hand up along her side and under her shirt, kneading gently at one breast and rolling her nipple between his fingers. He described the way he imagined such a thing might go.

Rick has come to check on Paisley while Negan is out on recognizance and has been gone a few days. He has interrupted her shower and so she answers the door in a towel. Rick can't control himself, he's driven mad with lust and kisses Paisley ferociously, stripping her of her towel…

"Be serious!" Paisley laughed, slapping Negan lightly on his cheek.

"OK, so what was wrong with that?" He laughed sincerely. "Was it… the person? The setting? Enlighten the fuck outta me, here, punk."

"Well, I can't say Rick would be the first man I thought of," she told him lightly, grabbing his hand and guiding it down to cup her ass instead. "And it's not a cheap porno!"

"Really? Ok, I'm fucking stumped. I'm just going to keep my hands busy and my fucking mouth shut while you spell out your threesome for me," Negan told her, slipping his hand down her pants and between her legs and finding her wet and yielding.

"That's not distracting at all," Paisley moaned.

"Tell me," Negan demanded softly.

**************************************

Paisley stood, naked except for her thigh-high stockings, and admired her knotwork. Daryl could move only slightly and had no chance at all of getting loose from his bindings. The sight of his primal, rock-hard body, already naked and flexing against the ropes that bound his hands to the headboard and feet to the footboard. He was already stirring; not wanting to be excited by this but unable to help himself.

Paisley crawled onto the bed, dragging her hair along the length of his firm legs and over his now fully erect cock, then along his belly and chest, hitting him in the face with it as she tossed it back out of her face.

Suddenly, the door opened, and Negan stood there staring at the scene.

"Untie me," Daryl says quietly to her.

"Don't let me interrupt," Negan grinned; a slightly sideways smile, the one that always meant trouble. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the door jamb. "I'll just wait my fucking turn for this ride."

"The fuck you will," Daryl growled, straight into against his bonds. "Paisley, untie me NOW!"

"Negan, you ass hole. You said I could have a hall pass today," Paisley griped at her husband as she freed one of Daryl's hands.

"I didn't say shit about stopping, did I? I am a man of my word! But hell, darlin', I figured the least you could do is let me watch."

Paisley glanced back and forth between the two, a smile slowly forming on her face.

"You serious about this?" Daryl growled at her.

"Could be fun," she replied.

"Come on, you know you want to give it to me by giving it to my girl," Negan taunted sitting in a chair in the corner.

"Untie me," Daryl told Paisley again. She sighed in disappointment but did as he said. She didn't want to traumatize the man, she had just wanted a little excitement. As soon. As Daryl's hands were free, they were in her hair. He pulled her head back and kissed her forcefully. She squealed in surprise but then relaxed into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck. Soon, he pushed her down, shoulders back against the mattress and slid down her body to drape her thighs over his shoulders and begin licking and sucking at her wet, throbbing cunt as if he were devouring a sticky sweet overripe peach.

"Oh, sweet fucking heaven! Don't stop, Daryl, just… like… that!" She screamed, her hands in her hair and her back arched as she closed her thighs around his head. She came hard against his tongue and he pulled away to lie on his back before pulling her up on top and guiding her to impale herself on his rigid member. As she began to ride him hard and slow, she heard the sound of Negan undressing behind her. She shivered with excitement and anticipation as she hoped she knew what he had in mind.

Negan knelt on the bed behind her and slid one long fingers hand over the curve of her ass before tapping a finger against her asshole to test her willingness. Daryl frowned up at Negan from under Paisley but his eyes refused to stay focused for long as she pulled up until he was almost not in her at all anymore and then crashed down hard to smash herself against his entire generous cock.

"Let me know if this hurts," Negan told her softly as he slipped one finger in, slowly spreading the resistant orifice and making her feel so full she might split in two. Slowly he used his fingers to encourage her to open wider as he lubed his cock - he had barely touched her, but was hard as a rock from watching them. She froze for a moment when she felt the tip pushing in.

"OK, ok…" Negan murmured, pausing to allow her time to adjust. Inch by inch he pushed in a little further as she rocked herself against Daryl until both men were deep inside of her.

Paisley had tears in her eyes from the intensity of the feeling. Negan, on his knees behind her, grabbed a handful of her hair and twisted. He pulled her head back toward him and began to ride her now. Through the thin membrane of skin between her entrances, Negan could feel his cock against Daryl's as he took control. He was in charge now. Daryl reached up to knead Paisley's breasts as Negan built up speed until he was riding her with a deep, slow rhythm. Daryl could just lie there and let her ride him to the edge and over if he was so inclined.

But Daryl wasn't the sort to let others take the lead. Especially Negan.

He was breathing heavily, releasing those breathy gasps and grunts that always turned her on and began thrusting his hips up into her hard and fast. He held both of her wrists and she was completely and utterly under their control.

"Oh, fuck yes - sweet fucking hell… don't stop! Please don't… shit, I'm coming! I'm com… oh oh oh my God…"

"That's my dirty, dirty girl right there," Negan purred in her ear, still holding her in place by her hair. Now his free hand found her clit and pressed it down hard. The loose skin of her cunt did the moving as the men moved inside of her. Negan brought his pace up to match Daryl's rhythm. "Now do it again."

"Ohhh fuck…" Paisley murmured.

Daryl released her wrists, his hands shifting back to her breasts where he caught her nipples and pinched them between his thumbs and forefinger. He showed no restraint, instead of the gentle side of her friend this was the feral, untamed side. He twisted at them and it was like a shot of straight electricity buzzing through her body and meeting the slow flame of Negan's firm touch to cause an explosion as she came again. Her eyes were unfocused and her body growing tired and limp from the hormones being released. But they weren't done - neither wanted to be the first to finish.

"You both feel so fucking good," she breathed. It wasn't a lie but she was struggling to keep up. She could hear in the noises Negan made that he was close, and Daryl grimaced almost painfully from trying to restrain himself.

"My stubborn boys," she laughed, slightly exasperated and yet so full of love for the two of them. "Daryl…" she purred, placing her hands on his chest. Negan released his grip on her hair and she looked down into Daryl's clear blue eyes. Her hair fell all around Daryl's face and suddenly it almost felt as if they were alone.

She leaned down and kissed him gently, just a brush of her mouth against his. Her breath caressed his lips longer than her lips did, but it worked and Daryl cried out in a choked, guttural sound that any animal on the planet would recognize.

He was still gasping and panting when Negan laughed.

"Ha-haaaaa uuuh," he bit his lip and looked down to watch his thighs clap against Paisley's round ass. "My girl's something else, isn't she Daryl? Don't get too comfortable though…" He began to struggle to speak clearly as his face drew tight around his words. He licked his lips and looked over Paisley's shoulder to meet Daryl's eyes. "She's MY girl, and you're her toy. She plays with you when I say it's OK, but she's all… fucking… MINE!" He said his lips parted and his eyes closed as he came.

"Whooo!" He chuckled. "You are SOMETHING, punk!" Paisley whimpered when he pulled out and stood up. He looked down at the lovers with a wide grin as he got dressed. Paisley rolled away from Daryl and spread out on the bed feeling like a limp rag with her tired, relaxed limbs and a smile.

Daryl stood to dress quickly; he wanted to get out of this situation before it got even more awkward.

"That's it? Wham, bam, and not even a thank you ma'am?" Negan quipped, amusing himself greatly.

"Fuck off," Daryl growled.

"Just did that," Negan replied. He was still grinning like the Cheshire cat as Daryl pushed past him toward the door. Negan smacked Daryl's ass with an open palm as he walked by. "Good game."

"Listen here, you best forget this happened. Got it? And if she ever tells me, (just once!) that you hurt her? I'll cut your throat before you can make a damn excuse," Daryl said, pointing a finger in Negan's face.

"But Daryl, how am I supposed to forget our night together? Don't treat me like some sex toy. I have FEELINGS!" Negan taunted as Daryl slammed the door behind him. Negan turned his smile on Paisley. "Well, that was fun!"

************************************

"You really are so fucking good at being bad!" Negan told her, wrinkling his nose down at her as she lay with her head in his lap on the couch. "But, why Dixon?" He shook his head.

"You have someone else in mind? And don't you dare say Michonne. She scares the fucking shit out of me!" Paisley warned. Negan replied playfully, "But you gotta admit, scary or not, Michonne is HOT. Maybe the four of us?"

"Dream on old man," Paisley said, sitting up to kiss him lightly.

"Where are you going?" He wondered aloud.

"I'm going to bed. Are you coming?" She smiled back over her shoulder at him.

"Not yet, but I'm sure you can do something about that. My dirty girl," he replied, standing, stretching, and following her to the bedroom.

[whatdoyouneedsugar]

(Answering a day later because I got busy :( )

Quick update for today: I called off of work with a friend so we could go shopping. It was initially just for her to get Christmas gifts for other people, but while we were browsing in Hot Topic, I found a really pretty dress that was 40% off and some cute stockings to go with it! Will I ever wear them in public? Probably not. But they're cute! And maybe I want to feel pretty some days. (Slowly starting to get over the whole "feminine things = bad" mindset and more into "clothes have no gender, wear what makes you feel good")

I haven't tried them on yet, but I can't wait to!

Okay, back to yesterday: Yes Mommy, I kind of like the rush I get when I'm trying to hide that I'm looking at/reading/writing naughty things at work. It makes my pussy so tingly and my face so warm.

Thank you for being so understanding, mommy <3

Thinking about humping something while mommy kisses me makes my brain melt a little hehe

You promise?? Yayyy!!! 🥰

Oh, I'm not into the whole "keep me in a cage, make me wear a puppy mask, feed me with a dog bowl" sort of puppy play. I do like the nicknames, collars, and leashes for sure, though. As for the praise and worship: I don't mind receiving praise at all! And receiving worship isn't a hard limit, it's more just...I wouldn't know how to react? I think? It's just a gray area, I guess :>

Ooh, that actually sounds like a great idea! You're so smart, Mommy! 😊

Hm...I don't know about the filming part...Rewatching it while you tell me everything you liked and why does sound fun. I wonder if the embarrassment would turn me on or just make me want to hide haha

- 🐸

Thank you for your update, lovely, I really enjoy you telling me what you're up to. I hope you had fun with your friend and I am so happy that you got yourself clothes you love. I went a good chunk of my life not buying clothes that I enjoyed/not thinking I should or could even have my own style and enjoy how I looked (for different reasons, more to do with weight and body image, some body shaming from someone i lived with, anyway, just a lot of time wasted on that sort of thing) and I remember when I first started looking for stores with a good range of plus size clothing and when I first bought a couple flowery dresses (i also had an issue with dressing more "feminine") I literally started crying because I had actually chosen then, I didn't just buy whatever fit, and I felt so pretty and so good about myself. I know the reasons behind it are different, but I just wanted to say I partly understand how exciting it is to have bought yourself those clothes and I couldn't be happier for you. I hope one day you feel comfortable and safe to wear whatever you want inside or outside.

And I'm so proud you're able to work on your mindset in that way, it's so important for you to not let it keep you from enjoying yourself and wearing/doing what makes you feel more you, without needing to label it connected to a certain gender or a certain way to perform that gender. It's not easy to work on our perspectives in that way, especially when the world around us is so strongly shoving us in the opposite direction. I hope you're proud of yourself for that too, baby <3

And I don't even need to see it to know you're going to look gorgeous, please let me know when you try them on, I wanna hear all about it if you wanna share 😍

And about our tastes: they seem to align very well, honey, I wish I could get to know you in person, I bet we could have a lot of fun together, baby. Just imagining you in a collar and leash, splayed out on a bed, all at my mercy for me to use and ruin... makes my brain melt, baby.

And I understand that some things you're not sure about how you'd feel because you never tried them. I don't have any experience with kink, and I really hope to one day find someone to try out things we're interested in and find out what we like, so thank you for always telling me what you're not into, what you're not sure about. Even if we're just talking and fantasizing about it, the idea of figuring out these things with you is also so hot to think about, baby.

[4dtk]

but what if . . what if i sat on jjk men ' s laps huh what then

ೃ⁀➷ SITTING IN JJK MEN’S LAPS <33

the way this ask was sent in last week honey im so sorry!!! this week was busy. ANYWAY i loved writing this... especially nanami’s wew 😵‍💫

listing in order of the diff characters, tell me if i missed anything out! / fingering, vaginal penetration, clit stimulation, hints of cuckholding and exhibitionism and voyeurism, degradation, praise, clothed sex, dry humping/grinding, unprotected sex for all, use of ‘sir’, daddy kink, pet names for all, name-calling for some (slut, whore), n*sfw under the cut

GOJO loves you on his lap. it pairs with the hc that he always needs to be touching you, and what better to touch you then by already having you in his grasp right?? other than the obvious cuddling he likes it when you’re snug in his arms. in meetings, watching a movie, in public transport you name it! he likes to caress your thigh and he knows how it affects you when you rub your thighs together. gojo is tame, he tries to be but sometimes he lets his horniness get the best of him. most times, he’s pulling you into his lap more than you are sitting down on his lap, too, so u can imagine the surprise he gets when you fall onto his lap one day with innocent intent, bored out of your mind and tired of watch him do up his stupid reports for his stupid missions at the last minute. you just wanted to go home already, but gojo had other thoughts.

“missing me already?” you can’t argue against your boyfriend’s question, especially when all he’s done is ignore you to fulfil the reports principal yaga had asked him to complete. against your pride, you nod as you plop down on him with your back to him, vaguely skimming over the report that he’s written for the mission in a nearby town. it’s boring details, something that you’re still able to pay attention to even when you feel gojo’s arms curl around you, and it becomes clear to you that your idea of attention is different from your boyfriend’s. soon you can feel his hands turn fidgety, failing to pull away when his hands squeeze your thighs and spread them. he mindlessly places kisses along your shoulder, not caring that the door was so obviously unlocked. “you know i can’t help myself when you sit on my lap, now, princess?” gojo purrs into your ear, thanking the gods that you had worn a skirt today. “will you let me finger your pretty little pussy?” you’ve already sunken into him, hands gripping tightly onto his office’s table while he teased you through your panties. they were soaked in that short period of time, and gojo knows it’s all because of him — but you know you’re not leaving the school until he get what he wants. he inserts a finger, and another, relishing in the way your back arches against him and he hums at your pleas, other hand rubbing your clit in circles. “satoru— need your c-cock, fuck…” you moan out as your hips move with their own mind, grinding down onto his bulge, making the other sigh shakily before he decides that foreplay would take too long. “dirty whore, leaving such a big stain on my pants, just begging to be fucked in school,” gojo stands up and pushes down on your body, your ass still moving against his pelvis and he groans while removing his pants impatiently. he makes sure you’re in good view, tugging your head up by your hair, “if you’re going to be a slut, then i want you to look nanami in the eye when he comes ‘round to collect my report later, got it?”

GETO is in the middle tbh, he likes it as a form of cuddling etc but he also doesn’t really go out of his way to pull you in? and when he does, a lot of the times he likes it to be cute and soft and wouldn’t initiate anything unless you do. geto having you in his lap is his favourite when he’s very sleepy or drunk or crazy in love lol, he’s always turning your head to the side and littering ur face with kisses and likes to worship your body whether it’s from behind or from the side (if he wants to he’ll turn your body). and even from the front if you happen to be straddling him. oh and he loves to make out when you’re on top of him, but yes like i said, a lot of times when you’re on his lap, he won’t take it as anything sexual unless you do something. so you did, upon enjoying your boyfriend having a dream about you, panting and sighing at the lack of friction on his half-hard cock.

you stir when you hear soft pants next to you, feeling awfully sweaty from the morning heat already kicking in. it’s too bad you forgot to switch the fan on last night, but you hardly pay the discomfort any mind when your boyfriend pants again, and then moans out softly, hips thrusting into the air. you pocket it into your mind, partially because you only know yourself to be the needy, horny bitch in the relationship, but also because you think you’ve never seen something more pretty. with his long hair around him and the little ride up of his shirt that exposes his torso, you quickly snap a photo before quietly getting on top of him, breath hitching when you hear him moan louder — this time with your name laced in between. naturally, your own hips move, grinding down on his dick in time with him as your underwear gets wetter with each movement, possibly even soaking through your shorts. “baby? fuck, that feels so good—” geto groans out, hands gripping onto your hips to still your movements, although it doesn’t do much. peeking at you through the morning sun, he reluctantly sits up to kiss you, whining into the kiss at the friction of your cunt against his cock. it makes him intoxicated on the feeling of being so close yet so far in terms of clothing. “does it feel good, sugu?” you mumble into the messy and uncoordinated kiss, hands wandering everywhere while yours tangle into his hair. there’s drool that drips down the side of your mouths and the rhythm of your hips is what geto can’t get enough of. “fuckin’ love it, sweetheart. i fuckin’ love you,” he confesses and it makes your heart soar, cut off shortly by how he hurriedly tugs down his sweatpants and pulls your panties to the side; the sudden exposure makes you gasp, “and i need to be in you, i need to feel you squeezing my cock, baby.” geto’s words are slurred, and it makes you aware of the intimacy, mewling into the crook of his neck when he nudges the tip in, and slowly inches into you. breaths are exchanged and you cannot take your eyes off of your lover’s pleasured face. “p-please move, sugu, need you to m—” your sentence is cut off as he snaps his hips into yours, holding onto his shoulders for dear life. “you’re doing so well, s-shit. take my cock like the good girl you are.”

NANAMI wouldn’t have you on his lap that often, i don’t think so. he wouldn’t want you to interrupt his work at home because then he would get distracted by your presence and as we all know, he doesn’t like doing overtime. if you do get onto his lap though, you’d be shut down if you try anything funny. he’s not exactly mean about it per se but more of just holding your hips down or trapping you against him because he’s trying to focus and you are making it difficult for him to focus. the man has nerves of steel if we’re being honest, so you’d have to try really hard if you want him to abandon work. on weekends when he doesn’t need to be on duty though, you best believe it’s very domestic and soft, watching your favourite with you in his lap sideways while you cuddle into his neck and small makeout sessions in between episodes. still, you enjoy being bratty the most, and most days you taunt him knowing you have a punishment that would eventually be delivered to you.

“sweetheart, stop.” nanami’s warning came like a blessing to you, because you know with each stern sentence you were closer to getting him off of work. you knew it came with a price, a higher stake today as he was working from home, but when your boyfriend ignores you for the most of the morning and afternoon, you think it could be worth it. it was even a miracle that he let you onto his lap especially since he had to be on a call for the whole day just so his boss wouldn’t think he was doing “something else”. at first, you were prepared — staring blankly at your phone or reading a book for the past few hours but you were started to get bored by noon, only starting to wiggle your hips a few hours after lunch.  thank fuck the video and mic was off. “darling, i said stop. i need this report out by today.” but you won’t listen, not one bit, removing yourself from the embrace to come face to face with him and you almost consider backing out seeing the expression on his face. “yeah, but i need you, sir,” nanami has the feeling of your cunt against his bulge memorised, so he knows you’re soaked and pliant, ready to be used any time. he could get an extension, or he could get fired for inappropriate acts, he wanted to leave the damn job anyway. “fine. if you want to be a fucking whore, then act like it. take off your clothes,” your mouth is agape for a few, before nanami mutters out again. “do i need to repeat myself? strip.” you’re quick to obey, the absence of clothing allowing you to feel the drag of your clit against him better, hips moving pathetically with soft whines. “you got it, baby. i want you to grind against me; i’m not going to fuck you until you cum without my touch.” it’s torture, knowing how difficult it was for you to get off just by grinding, but you were willing to do anything, starting to move your hips more vigorously against his clothed cock. “you’re such a fucking whore that you’d be willing to moan for everyone to hear, right?” you nod, moans increasing in volume at the thought of his colleagues hearing you lose yourself, “yes, sir. f-fuck, feels so good!” nanami smirks, leaning back into his chair and enjoying the view, and he doesn’t mind his (ex-) colleagues taking in the sight of your sensitive body rutting against him, either. “that so? better soak my trousers, then and i’ll let you cum on my cock like the greedy slut you are.” 

TOJI semi loves it ig, only because he’s a huge hulking guy and likes to see you in his lap all small and comfy. obsessed when you’re sleepy or delirious from the lack of sleep that you tend to curl up into him quite a bit. most of the time the dirty fucker is thinking about how to ruin you though, but of course he does it only with your consent (he’s also a filthy man bc he likes somno imagine him trying to contain himself LMAOO poor guy). you in his lap is still a hot and cold situation though, bc he is still a stoic individual and doesn’t show vulnerability easily so he has like the bare minimum going on, like hand on thigh but looking somewhere else or pretending to focus on something else while holding your hand; it’s pretty cute! toji never hesitates to take advantage of any situation, however, and he always loves turning the tide in his favour because he knows you like it too, especially when there’s others in the room.

“toji— megumi’s just right there!” you whisper to him when you feel his hand on your thigh. it wasn’t unusual for toji to be touchy, always needing you whenever his son wasn’t around. tonight he was bold, pulling on your leg and trailing his hand down your torso before swatting him away. “so?” toji just rolls his eyes at another rejection; with his dick aching to be in you, he couldn’t care less that his son could find out that his friend was fucking with his dad. in fact, he wanted him to know — showing off how well your cunt could take him or how deep you’d go down on his fat cock. megumi’s eyes stay rooted to the TV, a little engrossed into the show to notice how you and toji go back and forth, how toji’s large hand cups your pussy, how the warmness and friction makes you grind up against it and how you moan softly that the other’s head snaps back to you. you can only manage a small, shaky smile, saying how you hit your finger before thanking the heavens you at least had a blanket over you. “dirty girl, lying so easily and moaning for daddy like that. wonder what other noises you’ll make when i…” he mumbles lowly, hands dipping into your panties to rub your clit slowly. before you know it, he’s moved you onto his lap, “...slip my fingers in.” he does just that, enjoying how your body twists against him trying to take his thick, longer fingers. you know how wet you are, dripping onto his digits that continue to torment you slowly, and you just hope megumi can’t hear the lewd noises. “daddy — shit — i need you in me, i need you to fuck me, p-please,” toji groans softly at the nickname leaving your mouth, sparing a little glance toward the other watching the television who happened to be nodding off. “daddy will you fuck you dumb soon, okay? hol’ yourself up for me— that’s it, atta girl,” toji yanks down his pants, erection slapping across his navel before guiding you onto his length under the blanket. you lower yourself onto him, whining quietly at how he fills you up and at this point, you can’t care about megumi, focusing on the stretch of toji’s dick in your sopping pussy and his whispers in your ear. toji slaps a hand over your mouth, the situation exciting you so much that you’re clamping down on him, “you’re squeezing me so tight, fuck… we have to be quiet, alright, baby?”

CHOSO is ur baby, what do u mean you’re sitting in his lap? HES the one in your lap. ok im playing but he likes affection that goes both ways so whenever you’re cuddling there’s always a tangle of limbs that you can’t tell who is who. when you’re on his lap, you’re either kissing or sleeping, with the occasional instance of watching a movie or watching choso game (he loves gaming fr). there’s a tenderness that comes with cuddling with choso, esp when you’re on his lap. just like geto, he doesn’t get sexual until you initiate it but for choso, he’s like shocked at the aspect of cuddling + sex but once he gets into it, it’s his FAVOURITE kind of sex. just the closeness of it, the way he can feel your body against him at all times. and because you’re on top, he’s also able to take the reins while letting you do what you want to his body, so give and take on both sides. 

“love, you gotta stop wriggling around like that,” choso mumbles into your hair, unsure if you’re aware of what you’re doing or whether you’re trying to find a comfortable position, but he knows that if you continue on, he’s going to call off his match with yuji, todo and noritoshi. you just hum, feeling safe in the haven of his arms whilst you tune out the annoying sound effects of the firing guns and grenades that go off in these battle-slash-fighting games that you never really understood. you can faintly hear yuji yelling at your boyfriend to cover him, but you can only smile hearing no reply since choso liked to play on mute. only you know the reason why: you could always feel him heat up at his friends teasing him, a deep red decorating his pale skin right down to his neck. kissing the skin there, choso freezes up and jerks at the sudden contact, and you giggle when there’s an explosion of a grenade that his character accidentally throws; this is probably why your boyfriend started turning off his mic. “you’re so sensitive, love. even when i do this.” in the next minute, choso definitely knows that you know what you’re doing — it’s just that you decided to keep quiet about the erection that’s formed. “what about this?” choso’s eyes flit down to his crotch where you’ve pulled down his sweatpants, breath hitching as you begin stroking his hardening cock. choso’s idle on his controller now, burying his face into your neck to moan continuously, swearing under his breath when you grind your pussy onto his tip. “holy shit, you’re dripping, sweetheart,” you smile up at him, mouth dropping open when you feel choso take over. “move your panties to the side for me, good girl.” your eyes nearly roll back, sighing shakily when the other drags his dick up and down your folds, finally pushing in the tip before you bottom out eventually. the room feels like it's spinning with the coloured lights and the faint smell of the diffuser, hardly able to focus on anything but the insatiable feeling of choso’s pulsating cock in you. “you should probably leave the game,” you say with a chuckle, cut off by a moan when he holds your hips up and thrusts into your hole, the resonating smack of skin against skin making the both of you whine. “it’s — hah — f-fine, i don’t think i can be away from this cunt any longer.” choso sets a rhythm before you can protest, driving his length deep into you and letting him use your body however he wants. “you’re so t-tight, baby, i don’t think i can last very long. but you’re going to take, shit, all of my cum, right? yeah, you are.”

if y’all are still up for thirsts, hell, i don’t mind lol. send them here

[yikimiki]

thinking so fucking hard about loser/stoner eren and popular/mean girl reader............ how she'll tease him and bully him at school but when they're fucking its always the opposite way around........ he has such a grip on her and shes so whipped for him that the pent up teasing just comes out during sex and he is just being so mean to her

This is a different au from the other loser eren asks — aiming more towards stoner!eren x popular!reader!! Also this got really long?? It’s a mix of headcanons and drabbles so hold on

warnings: smut, dirty talk, mean dom eren, rough sex, crying, creampie, multiple rounds, spanking, hair pulling, mentions of drugs (weed), degradation, use of “bitch”, “slut”, “whore”, “cocksleeve”, no prep, ass play, size kink, dumbification, mentions of spitting, dubcon (just to be sure)

No but imagine... Eren is this outcast, unbothered type of guy that doesn’t give a fuck about the social hierarchy of college or whatever. For some sick and twisted reason, you are particularly interested in him — there’s something about his baggy clothes, long hair under his cap/beanie and his “fuck everything” attitude that gets you going. But you can’t really show that you’re attracted to a complete loser like him, it would ruin your reputation, so you have to pretend as if you love teasing him, mocking him. Which, like, it’s totally funny.

It works for some time, until you are alone in a room with him. It happens in some weird college party that you almost didn’t go to, when you decide to take a break from dealing with your drunk friends and find shelter in a bedroom somewhere. It takes you some time to find one that it’s not locked or... being used, but eventually you open the door to find Eren, just scrolling through his phone with a blunt hanging from his lips. This time, considering it’s just you and him, you skip the provocations and ask him what he’s doing alone in there, you sit next to him in bed and listen as he complains about some friend that dragged him to that obnoxious party.

“I was just passing some time before I found an excuse to leave,” he says, locking his phone and putting it on the nightstand. The smell of weed is filling the stuffed air, and Eren takes another hit before putting his blunt out. “And what are you doing here? Got tired of ruining everyone’s night and decided to ruin mine?”

“It’s always more fun with you.” You smile, one hand landing on his shoulder. Eren tenses under your touch, bright green eyes trying to see if you’re just making fun of him again. Still, there’s something else burning at the bottom of your irises that he has never seen before, something that makes his stomach clench in anticipation. “Besides… now I have you all to myself.”

“What are you getting at?” He asks, but his voice sounds lower, eyebrows furrowed in doubt. You two are close, so much closer than ever before, and he can feel your gentle breathing on his lips when you lean closer. His heart picks up, and his hands are fighting to touch your body. “If this is some sort of prank, I swear—“

“It’s not a prank,” you whisper, looking down at his lips. Eren swallows dry — it’s funny: even after months of teasing, this is the clearer reaction you’ve ever received from him. “Can I kiss you?”

Eren has never heard you ask for anything — especially from him. It takes him some time to warm up to the idea (and to make sure you’re not just fucking with him again), his cock stirring awake in his baggy pants, before he gives you a curt nod. You smile, leaning in and joining your lips in a heated kiss.

And you swear you have the upper hand for some time. You sit on his lap, run your fingers through his hair and watch as he becomes pudding under your touches — just groaning and sighing against your lips as his rough hands squeeze your ass, making you grind your pussy down against his hard cock until you’re soaking through the fabric. But then something in the air suddenly switches and Eren is turning you around, trapping you beneath his large body as his lips eagerly move down to your neck, hands practically tearing your top open so he can suck on your tits.

You whimper and ask him to slow down, but he’s not really listening at this point — if you’re giving yourself to him, he’s going to make good use of his time. Especially when he thinks you should learn one thing or two about how to properly behave, about not always getting what you want, but what you deserve after teasing him for so long. All those months of pent-up frustration are getting to his head, turning into a power trip as he notices that he’s so much stronger than you, that he can do whatever he wants and you’ll just have to take it. And he’s gonna make sure you’ll take it all.

In no time, you’re completely naked, clothes mindlessly thrown around the room and Eren is looking at your body like he can eat you whole. He asks you to “Turn around,” as he takes off his own clothes, and your surprised at the eagerness in which you follow his command. You don’t know what’s going on with you — all those bitter comments you’d throw at him are now long gone, barely a ghost at the back of your mind when you feel him shuffle closer to you. Eren pulls your hips upwards, presses your face down against the mattress and spanks your ass so hard you swear you see stars.

“Eren!” You cry out, both from pleasure and surprise. “What are you—“

“Shut up.” His hands come down against your ass once more, making you whine. “You never fucking stop talking, such an annoying bitch.” Your skin burns as he lays down more hits against your ass cheeks, your hands helplessly holding onto the bedsheets. “This is what you wanted, uh? Wanted me to snap, to treat you like the needy whore you are.”

“Y-Yes,” you stutter. Your pussy is so aroused that you just feel yourself dripping down your thighs, the coldness of the air making you shiver. You never needed someone as much as you needed him. “Eren, fuck me,” you sob.

His large figure leans over you, one hand yanking your hair back as his face stops next to yours. You can feel his cock — huge, throbbing, heavy — in between your sensitive ass cheeks, and the notion that he’s about to stretch you out so wide makes you whine. “Didn’t fucking listen, why don’t you get some fucking manners and try again?”

“Please, Eren, f-fuck me,” you utter, arching your back against his cock. You never noticed how big and strong he is, but now that he’s towering over you, you have no choice but to feel yourself shrinking beneath him. “Please, please.”

He scoffs. “Needy bitch,” but he releases your hair and pushes your face down against the mattress, using his free hand to align himself with your dripping cunt. “Not so fucking chatty now, are you?” You barely have time to answer before he’s pressing his cockhead against your pussy, your hole fluttering around his length as he continues to push in. Eren is huge, definitely the biggest you’ve ever had, and the lack of prep only makes you feel the stretch even more. “Shit, look at this tight fucking cunt,” he breathes out. His hands are squeezing your ass so hard you just know it’ll be sore in the morning, but you don’t care. “Can’t believe you kept this from me for so fucking long.”

You have half the thought of apologizing, but you can’t do it when he bottoms out. By the time that his cock is fully inside you, you can barely utter out an incomprehensible string of “S-So huge, E-Eren— too much— fuck, so big, I can’t take it, I can’t...” before he’s moving his cock in and out of you.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” He asks, spanking your ass once again. The noise is so much louder this time, your moan following it shortly. “Fucking annoyed me for months just because you wanted to milk my cock like a desperate little whore,” he seethes, grabbing your ass forcefully as he drills into your soaking cunt. Eren is going hard and fast, so much so that you feel as if your brain is rattling inside your head, tits bouncing against the mattress as he continues his unforgiving pace. “Always knew you were a slut, I just didn’t know you’d be so fucking— shit — so fucking insufferable.”

“I’m s-sorry,” you whine, tears streaming down your face because of how good it all feels.

He scoffs. “Not yet. But you’ll be sorry.”

And boy how sorry you are. You had no idea that Eren would have that ridiculous amount of stamina, but you don’t even know how many times you’ve cum by the end of the night. Eren fucks you full of his cum again and again, spanking you and pulling your hair every time you misbehave and can’t keep it in like he tells you to — because “you’re such a dumb bitch, can’t even listen when you’re full of cock”.

He makes you cum on his fingers, on his cock, on his tongue, even makes you desperately grind against his thigh to get yourself off just because he likes how dumb you look. He fills every whole he can — spits in your mouth, fucks your throat, fingers your ass as he’s fucking you from the back and promises that next time it’ll be his cock. He’s just so mean, so revengeful of every time you annoyed him that he can’t be nice even if he tried. It’s just too good to have almighty little you turned into a stupid slut for his cock, crying and begging for him to fill you up one more time.

“Listen to me,” he hisses, making you turn your head to look at him. Your eyes are glazed over, barely able to find his with your orgasm building up again. “This is all you’re fucking good for,” he says, and his cock throbs inside you. Eren’s cum is seeping down your thighs, coating his length and making his slide easier as he continues to pound inside your abused cunt. “You’re made to be a cocksleeve, this pussy is made to take my cock. Do you understand?” You agree with a whiny yes. “Gonna stop fucking annoying me now? You can just ask and I’ll fuck you whenever you want, okay?” You nod, only half there, and for the first time that night he calls you “Good girl,” before stuffing you full of his cum again.”

Anyways???? Idk what came over me but yeah. Popular girl reader that is a complete slut for loser eren when theyre fucking. I rest my case.

[kyhgwts]

summary: Theo and Draco found you ‘flirting’ with some boy at a party and they decide to show you who you belong to, but Draco has a soft spot for you, saving you from punishment. (2k)

WARNING: smut, edging, jealousy, rough (at first), daddy kink. (the pictures shown are not meant to be what the reader (or Draco and Theo) looks like, just the vibe of the story!!)

PAIRING: soft!Draco Malfoy x Theodore nott x Fem!reader

Stephen Wiles came up to me giving me a pleasant smile, i gave one back. I had a few classes with him, but he was never really in my attention.

“Hello, what is someone like you doing here?” he asks, i raise an eyebrow.

“excuse me?” i ask, he holds up a hand.

“My apologies, i was just wondering why such a pretty girl like you is at a party alone.” he said, i had no idea why he only just randomly came up to me now.

“Um… i’m here with my boyfriends” i say warily, he gave a weird look.

“Oh so you like to be shared” he grinned, i scoff. What an idiot.

“By my boyfriends yes.” i say glaring at him, he gave me a pained look. Before i could say anything else i heard Draco call out to me.

“Y/n!” he called, i turn around and smile which he returned.

“Who are you?” he says nodding at Stephen, and Stephen did not seem to enjoy this he looked absolutely terrified.

“Um, Stephen Wiles…” he replied hesitantly, Draco gave Stephen an up and down glare before taking me away.

“Draco!,” i hissed “that was rude!” i say, Draco didn’t speak but when i saw Theo ahead i knew something was coming, literally.

But when i saw him head towards the dorms i knew i was DONE for. Draco had a tight grip on my wrist as he followed Theo but it was nothing too intense.

Theo disappeared into Draco’s dorm up ahead and when me and Draco came to the door he pushed me in. Theo looked pissed and Draco- well Draco always had a soft spot for me.

Theo was the one to now grab me pushing me to Draco’s bed, luckily Draco had not shared a room with anyone.

“Theo-“ i got cut of when he pushed me onto the bed making me yelp.

“Wanna tell us why you were talking to Wiles?” Theo said climbing onto the bed after me, my breath hitched.

“Not really” i say, well shit i’m fucking stupid.

“Hm,” Theo hummed, a small smirk appearing on his lips.

“Do you need a reminder of who you belong to? is that the problem here Y/n?” Theo asked, i heard Draco to my right and looked over at him with soft eyes. Theo gripped my chin turning my head to look at him, he knew what i was doing.

“Don’t look at him. i’m talking to you Y/n.” Theo said, i whine.

“huh, that must mean yes.” Theo said, i go wide eyed. Where’s Draco’s voice, why isn’t he talking.

He grabbed my wrists pulling them above my head and charming them to stay there, i glare at him, he knew i hated this.

“Bad girls don’t get to touch, understood?” he said when he noticed my look. My jaw goes slack and i contemplated is i should make this more hard on myself.

“Yes.” i whisper, i might as well listen.

Theo looked like he could devour me with his eyes, he settled between my legs and before i could comprehend it my clothes were gone. I groan as the cold air hits my hot and wet pussy.

“Should have known this would be getting you wet.” Theo mumbled shaking his head as he whispered a small ‘pathetic’.

Theo rubbed his warm hands up my body, one thing i adored about my boys was that they seemed to always have such warm hands. He leaned down taking no time in teasing my nipple, i whimper my back arching. Theo pulled my nipple with his teeth, letting go and smoothing over it with his hot tongue and then blowing onto it making me shudder. He moved to the next one, his index finger and thumb playing with my other one. Why was he so good at this?

He pulled back to observe me, he leaned back down kissing down my stomach. Oral? oh god. He left open mouthed kisses on my inner thighs i whined bucking my hips up, he chuckled harshly pushing my thighs down.

“remember, this is punishment love. Not a reward.” he said, it makes my stomach do flips. I knew Draco was next to me somewhere but i was too focused on Theo as he started to make out with my pussy.

My head threw back onto the pillow moaning, he showed no mercy as he sucked and bit on me. His tongue started plunging into my hole making me moan louder and my hips push down into his face.

His nose hit on my clit repeatedly and i began to feel the hot steam fill my stomach, i began to take in sharp breaths and my body began to lock up but he pulled away. I should have known, he knew my body way to well and he definitely wouldn’t let me cum so easily if he was ‘punishing’ me.

“Theo!” i whine, he grinned plunging two fingers into me making me cry. He enjoyed this way too much, and i knew it.

He leaned down to my neck kissing on it, licked a stripe up to right below my ear.

“Do you regret your actions princess?” he whispered next to my ear, sending shivers down my spine at the tone of his voice.

“Theo, please” i say in a broken whisper, he hums.

I feel my high approaching again and i try to conceal it so i can get it, but he knew of course.

“Don’t do that you slut.” he said aggressively, i whine when he took out his fingers roughly.

“Please! i wasn’t doing anything, i- i promise” i mumble, he shook his head giving a low dangerous laugh.

“You poor thing” he said, i whimper when he slaps my clit.

Before i could comprehend anything i felt a vibrator push down onto my pussy making me gasp and buck my hips.

“No no no, i- i can’t… please Theo i can’t keep going i need-“ my words get cut off short as i choke on a sob. Theo acted as though he didn’t even hear me.

He pushed it down harder onto my clit, i sob my back arching as tears roll down to my ears. And right as i thought he would let me he pulled away, i cry, i finally take a chance at looking over at Draco. He was seated on an arm chair that he must have brought from over by his couches. When he noticed my stare his eyes softened, i give him a sad face mouthing ‘please’ he gave me a stern look before i saw him stand from his chair. When i thought he was going to tell Theo i panicked but he didn’t.

“Alright Theo, i think she’s got the idea” Draco said, Theo looked up at me and glared. He leaned to next to my ear.

“Look who’s come to save you, be a good girl for him, yeah?” he said, i nod furiously making Theo smirk. He pulled back taking a look at my wrecked body.

“she’s all yours” Theo said before standing up and taking Draco’s seat on the chair, my breath hitched and my pupils dilated as Draco came onto the bed.

His clothes were vanished away, and he settled between my legs. He looked up at me and he gave me a sweet smile. He leaned forward kissing me, then kissing away my tears.

“Hello my pretty girl,” he whispered, i sob moving my hands that were still charmed above my head.

He looked up and my wrists were released, he took them in his hands placing gentle kisses to them and rubbing soft circles into the flesh. He placed them back down rubbing down my body.

I gasp when i feel his fingers slid up my folds, he kissed on my neck making my breath shudder.

“Draco…” i whisper, he hummed in acknowledgment.

“i know love, i know. i’ve got you” he whispered, Draco had loved being the one to finally let me release after a punishment, i thought it was because he liked to be favored but i could honestly care less in the heat of the moment.

He pumped himself a few times before i felt his tip at my entrance, he slowly sinked into me making me let out a brutal moan.

“Please please please” i rant out as he rubbed up my body, caressing it.

“Hey,” he whispered, i look into his eyes “it’s over, you’re okay, yeah? i’m gonna help you cum now alright” he said, i let out a sigh nodding.

He soon pulled out then rocked back into me making me flutter around him, he moaned at how wet and tight i was. He pulled at my hips and i wrapped my arms around his neck pulling him down to me.

“Shhh, be a good girl for me alright?” he whispered into my ear making me cry. His pace started to speed up making me groan, but his touch stayed as gentle as an angel.

His hands trailed up my body curling into my hair as he left soft kisses on my neck. He was now being brutal, his pace, his cock hitting so hard and deep inside me. More tears form in my eyes as i relish in the feeling of finally feeling so full, and how calm i felt knowing i was getting what i wanted.

“There we go, are you going to cum for me? hm? are you going to cum for daddy?” he asked, i whine letting out a small ‘yes’.

The familiar build in my stomach making my clit throb, he knew i was close and i knew he knew.

“look at my pretty girl, all wrecked for her daddy” he mumbled, i let out a cry.

And as i felt my self getting closer to the edge i also felt his thumb press down on my clit and his mouth bite on the one spot he knew made me tremble. I screamed out his name as my orgasm crashed down onto me.

“Ah fuck” he groaned, his pace getting faster before i felt his cum shooting into me making me moan.

“There we go” he whispered kissing my shoulder up to my lips, he smiled into it.

“Better?” he asked, i hum my mind still hazy. He rubbed my body his shirt nails scraping across my skin every now and then making me shiver. I felt another pair of lips on my forehead making me sigh.

“You did good love” Theo’s voice said, breaking through the silence in the room.

“You want a bath?” Draco asked, i shook my head.

“m’ too tired” i whisper, i felt him pull out of me making me whimper as his cum started dripping out of me. He casted cleaning charms for us, i felt Theo get onto the bed, he kissed me then kissing the back of Draco’s head that was nuzzled into my neck.

“Lesson learned” i mumble, both boys let out a small laugh.

“i’d hope so” Theo said, settling into the bed the lights in the room going off, he rested his head atop my head kissing it and his arm was thrown across mine and Draco’s piled body’s.

“Goodnight, love you guys” Theo whispered, me and Draco sleepily said it back.

We all drifted off to sleep i had never slept so peacefully in my entire life, i couldn’t have wished for better. They were perfect for me, they were all i needed in life.

AN: AHHHH ok so this is my first poly writing but i am absolutely OBSESSED with Draco Theo and Y/n. They make my heart explode.

edit: i have no idea what happened to this😭 it glitched and now all the words and paragraphs are duplicated it’s honestly so frustrating idk what happened so please ignore that

I got this dynamic of Draco being soft from @n0agranger and i wanted to make a little one shot about it! i absolutely loved how this turned out, and i’m so proud of it hopefully you guys will like it also!

[fluffyprettykitty]

Clean

Pairing: Sam Wilson x female reader (no other specifications)

Word Count: 650 words

Outline: Sam surprises you in the shower after a morning workout.

Warnings: daddy kink, fingering, nipple play.

Author’s Note: I miss Sam so much, I need to SEE HIM.

P.S: dividers by @firefly-graphics// banners by @maysdigitalarts

Main Masterlist ・❥・ Sam Wilson Masterlist

NSFW UNDERNEATH THE CUT. MINORS DNI.

Washington, 11 am

You just came home from your morning run ready to take off the sweat from your body. It hadn’t been long since you had moved into this city, your boyfriend Sam Wilson, Captain America himself dragging you there for business all the way from home. But you couldn’t be happier to comply. Your work allowed you to be remote so moving across the states wasn’t hard for you. 

You toss off your clothes on the bin in the washroom and then head inside the shower turning on the faucet when you feel his huge hands pulling you closer by your waist. 

“Sam.” You bemuse. He probably came home early and his inside the shower knowing you wouldn’t be far away. 

“Cannot believe you’d take a shower without me.”

“Well, I didn’t see your car outside.”

“That’s right I left it at the service so now I gotta find a way to keep myself occupied all day long.”

“Oh, sounds like you are in need of a hobby.”

“Oh yeah, guess what my hobby is baby.”

“Breaking your poor girl’s back is not a hobby.”

“How about we agree to disagree?”

“Fine by me but I have to run to the grocery store later.”

“I’ll go.”

You chuckle because you know. You just know and he reaches for the faucet turning it on all the way while he steps back a little to take off his clothes. It was always such a nice sight to stare at him and his beautiful chest and his huge arms as he took his shirt off to carefully place it on the counter. 

“You’re drooling.”

He chuckles when he catches your stare and you roll your eyes. 

“I am perfectly dry.”

“For now. Sit still, daddy’s gonna wash you now.” 

Sam carefully took the loofah and the soap and delicately with small gestures and movements started washing and lathering your body. Starting from your hands to your legs, to your ass where he spends an insane amount of time rubbing circles and squeezing them till he drags his hand to the front. 

“Are you a dirty girl?” 

He whispers hot against your ear, letting his fingers roam free on your pussy. The heat that had built up inside your body was insane. 

“Sam, for fuck’s shake, don’t tease me.”

“I ain't teasing. I just wanna wash your pretty body. Don’t get any naughty ideas.” Your chuckle turns into a moan as he pushes his dexter inside. 

“Damn, you’re dirty. Daddy likes his baby clean.” 

“Sam…”

“Shh, shh, relax. Daddy’s got you.”

His finger leaves you, his hands roaming to your breasts now. He rolls your nipples inside his fingers as the water is washing the soap off your body. By now you can feel his erection getting stronger against your back but you also know that he can go for a long time. Sam doesn’t mind. 

He wraps one hand around your breasts, water falling on both of you, his other hand traveling down to your ass. Squeezing it twice and thrice before reaching for your pussy. Your body arches naturally for him, you need his touch, you crave it. And he touches you, rubbing his palm over your lips feeling your neediness. 

“Tell me, baby. How dirty are you?”

“Very. I’m a dirty girl, daddy, please!” 

He chuckles deeply as he slaps you hard and then he lets you go.

“I gotta wash you first. Be patient.”

You comply and take a deep breath as Sam begins a complete assault on your body, tracing skin over skin, touching you almost everywhere, and then gently washing your hair. Heat and unique neediness have overtaken your body and all you can do is look at him and wait patiently. 

“Daddy’s got you.”

Oh, he had you indeed. By the time he was done with you, the sun had set. You were truly his hobby.

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[buckyhoney-library]

𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐲, 𝐛.𝐛

a/n: i had to turn this into a whole ass blurb/one shot, this is different than anything that i've written in the past.

reblogs/likes/feedback is greatly appreciated & highly encouraged! However, do NOT steal/repost ANY of my fics!

18+ warning

Warnings: 18+, no plot- just porn, dubcon, age gap (early/mid 20's), stepdad!bucky, dom!bucky, sub!reader, virgin!reader, unprotected sex, praise kink, size kink, innocent kink, corruption kink, breeding kink, fingering, oral (f), masturbation (f), sorry for any missed typos!

Word Count: 2.2k

Chills spread over the surface of your body- his fingers trace along the tops of your shoulder and up your neck- stopping at your jaw. The sound of his breathing is the only thing you can hear. His clothed chest presses against your back- his crotch flush with your ass.

Having another body so close and pressed against you is foreign.

Nerves bundle in your stomach as his fingers slide up the sides of your waist, stopping right before your breast- cupping them through the thin fabric of your tank top. Your sensitive nipples pebble and poke through the tank top.

A surprised gasp falls from your lips, he chuckles into your ear.

That tank top is what landed you here with your breasts being groped and messaged. Bucky had gotten fed up with you wandering around the house with tiny clothing that barely covers your most intimate areas.

With the innocence of what such clothing does to a man, you thought nothing of it- as it’s been warmer outside, and you needed to cool off.

“Daddy…” Breathlessly whining, your core began to tingle- something that has been happening more often.

Humming, Bucky moves the strands of floral-smelling hair to the side- exposing your neck. Pressing soft pecks along the base of your neck, he trails up to the bottom of your ear.

“Honey, have you ever played with your special place?” Your shoulders tense.

The rough callused palm roamed over your tummy, stopping at the band of the muted pink pajama shorts.

Bucky knew the answer. He heard the soft muffled moans and whimpers that come from your bedroom. This sparked curiosity.

Through the crack of the door, Bucky witnessed the sinful act of your hips rolling on your stuffies.

Accidently grinding against one of your bear’s nose in the middle of the night was the act that started the exploration of your body. You knew that what you were doing wasn’t allowed- but the feeling you got when you grind your clit into the face of the teddy was unlike anything you’ve experienced before.

The first orgasm you had took you by surprise, drenching your favorite teddy in your juices.

From that night forward, your fingers exploded the sensitive bud and the aching hole.

When your fingers weren’t enough, you teased your needy clit with the hard nose of your teddy. The simulation became addicting and masturbating with your teddy became a daily occurrence.

Tweaking your nipples and toying your clit are acts that you knew would get you in a world of trouble- if you caught by your mother. So, you kept the touching and teasing for when she went to work- but you had no idea that this whole time you had an audience for your private sessions.

Breasts swaying, nipples barely grazing the sheets, and the sight of the light brown teddy bear, that he gifted to you for your birthday, stimulating your clit- left Bucky no option but to stroke himself in the hallway.

Praying silent prayers that his wife wouldn’t catch him cumming in his hand to his precious stepdaughter.

Overtaken with the pleasure, your grasp on your teddy’s head tightens as the rocking of your hips became more aggressive. Simulation from the nose on your clit becoming too much for you to bear. The sounds fell from your lips like honey off a spoon- Bucky could listen to your whimpers on a continuous loop.

Your eyes flutter shut as your mouth jaw fall opens- this time, no sound comes out. The overwhelming wave of intense pleasure washing over you- causing your body to twitch and your eyes roll back.

Bucky became addicted to the beautiful sight in front of him, he watched you explore your body almost every day.

“Yes.” Heat flushed your cheeks, and you look down at his fingers playing with the strings.

“Do you want Daddy to touch your special place?” Bucky’s breath is hot on your neck.

The question made the heartbeat between your legs grow louder. All you could manage to do is nod. The sensation of your nipples mixed with the hot breath on your neck put you under a spell.

You knew that Bucky shouldn’t be touching you, but you wanted his fingers to play with your cunt- knowing he could make you feel better than any of your teddy’s.

“Has anyone else ever played with you?” Embarrassed, you shake your head.

The answer makes his cock twitch and harden. Bucky dreamed of being the first one who gets to stretch your tight hole. The first one to feel how sweet you tasted as your dripped with arousal- The image of your cunt swallowing his cock has made him cum too many times to count.

“How honored I am to be the one to ruin your innocence.”

The grip on your breasts moved to your hips, leaving your assaulted breasts sore. Twisting your hips, forcing them to turn to face him. Your doe-eyed expression only made Bucky’s cock throb.

Guiding your shaking fingers to his cock, Bucky's eyes are mesmerized at the innocence beginning to drain from your body.

The yelp that you made from the feeling of his erect cock- makes him chuckle.

“Don’t be scared, Honey- Daddy is gonna be gentle with you before I stuff you full of my cock.” The fallen piece of hair is moved ever so gently from your cheek.

The adrenaline soaring through your veins and dampening panties gives you a confidence boost, you squeeze him.

A low groan from Bucky causes you to giggle and your eyes light up. Bucky smiles, tilting your chin upward. He plants a small kiss on the corner of your mouth.

“See, little one? You made Daddy feel good- do you want Daddy to make you feel good too?” The softness in his voice relaxes your tense shoulders, trusting that you’re in good hands.

Heat rises in your cheeks at the taboo question, you nod anyway.

“Use your words. Tell Daddy exactly what you want him to do to your special place,” His fingers slide down the thin strap of the tank top, stopping at the base. Your mouth runs dry as he traces the tank top, circling over your nipple.

“I want your cock… inside me…” The request takes Bucky back- thinking you’d ask for your clit to be played with.

“Oh, little one… I’m too big for your little cunt, I have to stretch you out first.” Forming a pout, you frown.

“I promise, Daddy is gonna fill you up real nice, okay? How about you show me how you play with yourself, yeah?” Still pouting, you nod.

Motioning to your bed, you sit on the edge of the bed. Bucky takes a seat on the small ottoman next to the bed.

Tugging the ends of your tank top upward, your breasts drop. An incoherent mumble escapes past Bucky’s lips as his legs spread. The self-control that his exhibiting by not shoving his cock down your throat is astounding.

His flustered reaction causes you to giggle. Leaning back to the bed, you slide off the pajama shorts. The clothing is discarded to the floor beside you.

Legs spread wide, you let one hand play with your nipples, and the other slide down to your glistening cunt.

“You’re so wet, honey- I can see you dripping from here,” Bucky’s palm is over his bugle, messaging himself through his pants.

Hips dig down at the relief from your touch, sliding your fingers between your folds. The juices coat your fingers, you bring them to your mouth- closing your lips around them, sucking off your arousal. Bucky is in disbelief from how natural it was for you to taste yourself and how comfortable you were playing with your cunt in front of him. He begins to fiddle with his zipper.

Your light breathy whimpers fill the room as your fingers toy with your clit.

Bucky’s fingers wrap around himself, slowly stroking himself- attempting to process the breathtaking sight of your cunt on full display.

Your hips buck into your fingers, while whimpers beginning to recklessly fall from your mouth.

Blindly reaching around for your stuffie to grind your now swollen clit into, but instead, feel a pair of calloused palms on your inner thighs.

“Couldn’t take it anymore- I need to taste that cunt for myself.” The sound that leaves your mouth surprises both of you as you feel his mouth attack your cunt.

His tongue dragging all over your cunt, licking up all the juices. The new sensation is unlike anything you’ve ever felt before- the way his tongue flicked your clit and lapped up your fallen juices pulled you closer and closer to the edge.

“Fuck. I’ve never seen such a stunnin’ pussy before, honey” Bucky can’t stop himself.

The moment your hips began to squirm, and the squeals and whimpers fall from your lips- his forearm holds your tummy down. Bucky wants to savor every last bit of you. The pad of his finger glides over the moist fold, examining you up close.

“Gotta see how tight you are,” He inserts his middle finger.

Curling in them in, grazing your g-spot. The force on your tummy enhances the pleasure building.

“Oh, honey- Daddy needs to stretch your little cunt,” The ring finger joins the middle, sending you flying into a euphoric state.

Bucky pumps his arousal-coated fingers, growing in speed. You ball the sheets in your fists, bucking your hips into his fingers.

“Please Daddy!” You choke pathetically.

“Please what? You need to cum?” You can barely manage to nod as you feel the lower half of your body become weak.

“I need you to tell me with your words.” You’ve entered another world and your fingers desperately try to unhook his grasp on your tummy.

“I can’t hold it- Daddy, please let me cum all over your fingers!” Proud of how quickly you’re learning his rules, he grants your wish.

Twitching and bucking aimlessly, you are overwhelmed with the shockwaves of pleasure that are soaring through every nerve of your body. Bucky continues to stretch your pussy, curling his fingers into your g-spot.

Another wave of pleasure takes you, you're blinded by who powerful it is- no sound comes from you, body silently convulsing.

“I’m so proud of you, honey. Can’t wait to ruin you with my cock,” Bucky discarded the rest of his clothes, dropping them with the others.

Regaining your vision and the rest of your senses, you met with his cock looking right at you- angry, swollen, and dripping with precum.

“See what that pussy does to me?” He chuckles, watching your eyes go wide and chest rise.

“I’ll be gentle,” He coos, kneeling down, placing a tender kiss on the top of your heat.

The confidence you once had vanishing as he grabs hold of himself. His cock throbbing against your folds as he slides his tip up and down.

Your moans don’t sound human as his tip finally enters you. The grunts match your moans. The tightness of your walls around Bucky catches him off guard. His fingers were nothing compared to his girth and length.

“Daddy- you’re too big for me I can’t-“ Tears form in the corners of your eyes the further he pushes himself.

“I’ll make it fit, ‘m filling you up.” With one swift motion, his pelvis flushes with your thighs.

The sweet sound of your cries and the instinct to pull off him- turns him feral. Bucky’s palms spread your thighs out, keeping them from pulling away from him.

“Don’t pull away. You’re doing such a good job,” Each thrust releases an animalistic sound from you, your body feeling numb with bliss.

Bucky feels your body relax completely, opening you up more, granting him the ability to go deeper. Turning into his fuck toy, you’re a babbling whimpering mess. You’ve lost vision and the ability to form words.

After being stuffed inside you, there is no way that Bucky going to be able to use his hand again. There is no replicating your cunt- how tight, warm, or the sounds you made.

“Daddy is so close, little one. Do you want Daddy to fill you up? Want him to stuff you full of his cum?” Bucky’s voice almost mocking how pathetic you look you’re your breasts bouncing, and your body paralyzed by his cock.

“Fill me, p-please!” You cry through the pleasure and pain.

Bucky’s palm presses on your tummy, increasing the pleasure of his cock ramming into you. Bucky’s foul curses and strings of praises of how amazing your cunt feels around him sound muffled to you.

As he presses on your tummy, he can feel himself filling you through your tummy. You cry out in pure bliss, desperately trying to move your hips from the sensitivity. The third wave crashing into you and wrecking you completely.

“Oh, look at that! Look at all my cum inside you,” Once he removes himself from you, your body twitched.

Bucky can’t take his eyes off of your cunt, cum dripping out of your abused hole. You’re laying heaving on the bed, processing all the pleasure rushing through you.

“I’m so proud of you,” Bucky lays next to you, tracing patterns on your tummy, bringing you down from your high.

Bucky grabs the towel from the hook, opening your shaking thighs. He wipes away the spilled cum. Still sensitive you whimper at the contact of the towel. Bucky peppers kisses around your inner thighs and on your tummy.

“Thank you for letting me ruin this pretty pussy,”

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